Silence

One of those nights where I feel alone, again.

Not surprising, as I'm the only one still awake.

I miss him. It's terrible. I want to spend time with him, so very much do I want this...

Programming space

I wrote a note to my father the other night, talking about my difficulties with being off in another world while programming.

My mother said that FatherSir had been impressed, because he'd thought that he was the only one who had that happen to him.

FatherSir's very very solitary and private. I don't think it occurred to him to ask about the phenomenon, which is very common amongst hackers.

Mmmm. heheh.

I'm having a good evening now, yes... some fun chatting was had by all, yes indeed. Happy!!

Music

Waitaminute.

That's the song about Raistlin that m'love's been playing over and over, isn't it.

Hee, hee. HTML help for the clueless (that is, me.)

<span style="background-color: silver; cursor: help;" title="Using a span tag">this</span>

*sigh* Wait for it...

http://rodentfancy.com/fanfic/bittersweet34.shtml will be the next installment, when it's posted.

Things I'll need

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Mmmm, food.

I was cleaning out the cupboards last night, and was moved to make a pot of chili.

There were all those beans in there, see. And they never had anything done with them.

So, I tossed them in the crock pot and started them to stewing. I added garlic salt and onion powder, and, later, tomato sauce, and a little bit of brown sugar.

Chili. Yummy, not-too-spicy, vegetarian chili.

I put a sprinkling of chili powder in there, just for the flavor. Yay! Yay for flavor!

We'll all be able to add our own Tabasco. It's good. It's very good. And I made it!

Great.

Sometimes we just do really dumb things.

Some days I feel dumb.

And some days I feel *really* dumb.

Update.

Took bath.

Am annoyed with self for should have known better-ness.

Will be making a phone call.

Fun. Fic.

epicyclical's Draco Trilogy has been occupying my time of late. Re-read it, as I had gotten rather lost by Chapter 11.

Housework

Put chili in the fridge.
Vacuumed.
Did dishes.

Well. Now I know.

Betrayal evidently involves feeling like a bleeding idiot.

It would be making matters worse to offer further betrayal in the form of my blood spilled out. One betrayal does not cancel another, and some are more survivable for the other party, than others.

"Please don't make me spell it out for you."

Forgiven. Or, at least, "Apology accepted." As said in a very corny Darth Vader voice.

This was the cue for the wronging party to break down in tears and declare that she did not deserve a friend that good.

"Everyone needs at least one good friend."