♥ Meh. It's one of those Saturdays when I've hardly done anything at all. Well. That's not quite true. I made scrambled eggs for me, Katie and Helen. I've watched one and a half series of Waiting For God and started a Wikiquote page for the same, so that's productive, y/y?
♥ In other news, I have done a load of laundry, put it out to dry, and put another load going. I finished Dear Enemy and have embarked upon When Patty Went to College (because Jean Webster rocks). I have done a bit of washing up, and plan to do more anon. I have also started half-heartedly putting away some clothes and tidying my room a bit (giant tip, as per), but am clearly currently procrastinating from that.
♥ I have a lovely fic idea where Jed Bartlet is the President of the Federation, and had some lovely lines etc on my way home last night, but it's all fallen out of my head now, so maybe I'll be radical and take a little walk tomorrow and hope it comes back, because I think that could be a beautiful, beautiful fic.
♥ I also plan to do another rec post tomorrow, so look out for that!
♥ Also: shit! I have a Father's Day plan to carry out which I had temporarily forgotten. Well, there's still time.
Anyhow, I should get on with my tragic domesticity. Boo. Why is our flat not self-cleaning and, more to the point, self-tidying? Why, when I click my fingers, do my clothes not automatically dance into my wardrobe? Fuck you, world, for taunting me with these possibilities in my susceptible youth...
♥ In other news, I have done a load of laundry, put it out to dry, and put another load going. I finished Dear Enemy and have embarked upon When Patty Went to College (because Jean Webster rocks). I have done a bit of washing up, and plan to do more anon. I have also started half-heartedly putting away some clothes and tidying my room a bit (giant tip, as per), but am clearly currently procrastinating from that.
♥ I have a lovely fic idea where Jed Bartlet is the President of the Federation, and had some lovely lines etc on my way home last night, but it's all fallen out of my head now, so maybe I'll be radical and take a little walk tomorrow and hope it comes back, because I think that could be a beautiful, beautiful fic.
♥ I also plan to do another rec post tomorrow, so look out for that!
♥ Also: shit! I have a Father's Day plan to carry out which I had temporarily forgotten. Well, there's still time.
Anyhow, I should get on with my tragic domesticity. Boo. Why is our flat not self-cleaning and, more to the point, self-tidying? Why, when I click my fingers, do my clothes not automatically dance into my wardrobe? Fuck you, world, for taunting me with these possibilities in my susceptible youth...