"I haven’t been cheerful since 1975. And that was only because I got typhoid."

♥ 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...

"Isn’t it his day for driving the mobile library woman up the wall?"

Since the last communiqué from the front, I have done another lot of washing up whilst listening to the very lovely OTH soundtrack, put on another load of laundry (towels etc this time), killed half a dozen moths (don't give me that RSPCM look - our flat appears to be infested with the damn things), rearranged my bedroom again and found the Shakeaways reward card which I erroneously assumed was in Katie's possession.

Before I retire for the night, I must:

- Make up my bed;
- Make Daddy's Father's Day card thing.

Tomorrow (assuming this burst of domesticity continues), I will:

- Take out the rubbish;
- Take out the recycling;
- Finish the washing up;
- Bake something in the bread/cake vein;
- Give some trifling thought to dinner and lunch for the rest of the week;
- Finish off my room;
- Hang up my second collage;
- Post the pc to Grandma;
- Go on a little walk to think about my beautiful ST/TWW fuuuusion idea;
- Probably, let's face it, do some more laundry;
- Attempt to put away today's laundry;
- Read some of the fic I have open in tabs;
- Rewatch Caprica (maybe with Katie if she wants, because I think she'd like it - what say you, Englebert?) and formulate a hazy post loitering in the back of my mind about THE FUTURE OF SOCIETY and DECLINING MORAL VALUES AS EXEMPLIFIED BY THE OKAYNESS OF PORN and TECHNOLOGY and fun stuff like that;
- Do another recs post with some older fic;
- Put more Waiting For God quotes onto the Wikiquote page.

Let's take a minute, my darlings, and contemplate the likelihood of me actually achieving all this. Hmm. Yes. You in the back, there - stop laughing.

Anyway, that's plan. So I leave you. Ave atque vale.

ETA: Sorry, this is going to be a very listy post: I just checked my flist and the ever-entertaining pottersues had just posted the latest stats, and some of them are so ridculously hilarious, I just had to share.

1 was a Crookshanks-Stu (00.04 %)
102 were related to Snape (4.6 %)
92 were related to Voldemort (4.1 %)
76 were named Serena or something like it (3.4 %)
113 were some form of royalty (5.1 %)
2 were Jesus-Stus (00.09 %)
4 mentioned a BMW (00.1 %)
1 had a lightsabre (00.04 %)
1 had a Golem (00.04 %)
1 was an albino (00.04 %)
1 was a marionette (00.04 %)
3 were both dead and alive (00.1 %)
1 was a Jonas Brothers crossover (00.04 %)