*tears out hair*
Aug. 26th, 2006 02:02 pmI hate packing. Loathe it, in fact. I want to finishing a comic I've been working on since yesterday, but this damned packing in getting in my way. *hrumph*
Got my eyesight checked, luckily the old eyesight hasn't deteriorated, and my new glasses are going to be a spiffy blue/violet! Though, I have to wait a week for them to come in. *sigh*
I long to see Idlewild, although I did get to paint the town last night with Ian. And by painting the town I mean we went to see Little Miss Sunshine, took over the Lake Grove Diner, and plotted evilly. He was so impressed by my tale of Etruscan tomb raiding sans the raiding bit and my brief flirtation with breaking into abandoned mental institutes with
vengefullbuddha that I am officially his Indiana Jones. It's going to be great, I can see it now--me as the kicking-Nazi-ass archaeologist, him as the diplomat buddy, I call him up for favors and he pulls up in the Benz, we get chased across Europe and save the world in the process...it could be fun.
And I should get back to packing.
Got my eyesight checked, luckily the old eyesight hasn't deteriorated, and my new glasses are going to be a spiffy blue/violet! Though, I have to wait a week for them to come in. *sigh*
I long to see Idlewild, although I did get to paint the town last night with Ian. And by painting the town I mean we went to see Little Miss Sunshine, took over the Lake Grove Diner, and plotted evilly. He was so impressed by my tale of Etruscan tomb raiding sans the raiding bit and my brief flirtation with breaking into abandoned mental institutes with
And I should get back to packing.