Word count and novel progress

15,011 / 100,000 (15.0%)

Everything's set up for some asses to be kicked tomorrow. Richard and Bea have gotten into the gin, there are people in drag, Ben's making a big mistake, and Sarah's about to get really ticked off. Sally's about to get really ticked off too. Bea and Richard are ignoring their subtext, because they're too busy getting pissed.

trystan_laryssa tells me that the plot sounds very reminiscent of anime and manga. Heh.

I did laundry. The group of guys drinking beer asked me if I needed help with that. "Nah," I said, carrying it easily. "Oo, muscles," they said, or words to that effect. Tossing the large bag of laundry up into the air, catching it effortlessly, then carrying it the rest of the way home on top of my head really wasn't necessary, but it was satisfying. My cat is a cuddleslut; Darkside was out with "the guys". Gin doesn't taste half so nasty this time (a sip to determine the effects only, for research purposes), and my mouth didn't stay numb for long this time.

Heh, heh. All the threads of this plot are coming together. I even figured out what the "clock" is.

When I have money, a replacement.

http://www.wmspear.com/item.php?item=476

Brain-dead Loony pinned it on her shirt, forgetting the flaky pin on mine, and then slung the laptop case over the same shoulder. Agh.


I think Ginger gave me that one years ago. Either Ginger or Mama, I think.

Hooray, yet again, for bondmates.

Darkside discovered a new way to squick me. I discovered a new way to squick me. I now have several "Owww, my eyes" things to avoid thinking about. Agh.

All in all, a good time was had by all. Happiness is giggling with your best friend over everything in the universe. Happiness is your best friend snarking with you, giggling over the same movie references. He's actually seen Happy Gilmore, of all movies for him to see. (Adam Sandler is not generally my senior bondmate's cup of tea, from what I've seen of them both.) Happiness is inquiring after each other's writing progress. It's excellent having a best friend when you can talk about everything in the world, even cross-dressing, exception-throwing, parenthood, social issues and technology, writing style, work, and vasectomy. We discussed the unseen factors of unlikely pairings, and he squicked me out by suggesting things too terrible to describe. I threatened, variously, to tell his mother to hit him with a pillow, and to go over there with one myself to whap him with it personally. (That last led to a description of my horrid pun joke on V, the salt and creamer...)

It looks like there's a Return of Shanna, in some weird form or other. I giggle.

We shan't be seeing Revenge of the Sith together on opening night, not if he's working the next day; I'd figured as much. I may wind up going with Dawn's brother and his family. We discussed the current schedule for time to get together -- virtually nil, between his work, my work, game, and church. Agh, frustration, but the nice healthy mutual communicative frustration. Much better than the alternative.

When it comes down to it, I trust him. I trust him because he's earned it. He's my model for the love between Alia's mother and Alia's father, actually.