Attack of the Early Morning Girlie-Girl

Somewhere in the depths of my just-woken-up mind, I am having a girlie moment. I'm off to meet Exeterian lunatics this afternoon and I'm mentally perusing my wardrobe for something that's appropriate. Then again, I'm not even sure what constitutes 'appropriate' with that lot so I'm sort of wasting my time. I'll likely stick with the knee-length denim skirt and Eva jumper, unless it's too cold for skirts, in which case my olive-drab track suit bottoms and whatever T-shirt I can find that's basically clean. And now I realise that I'm having a girlie moment with "bachelorette who hasn't done the laundry recently enough" overtones, and that's just strange.

Meh. It's first thing in the morning, at least as far as I'm concerned, and my brain can short-circuit if it wants to, I suppose. I will admit that it was nice to sleep in my own bed again. Despite odd matresses, I wonder if the real problem isn't trying to sleep without the *whmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm* of the rather large fan in Frankenbox's video card and the fairly loud ticking of my alarm clock. Just goes to show what you get used to.

Yuki's been incredibly affectionate, even for her. If she's not curling up on my lap, at my side or at my feet, she's following me around with the big adorable "Puss in Boots from Shrek 2" eyes. I think someone's glad I'm home. Not that cholten99 isn't, but that was a two ships passing in the night sort of being glad I'm home.

I now start thinking about all the stuff that needs to be sorted out either today or (more likely) at the start of next week. You know, I think I'm better off with the girlie moment.

Serenity

There's an exhibition at the British Library at the moment called "The Writer's Garden" or something similar. I went in early this afternoon and had a look. It's very quiet in there, and talks about gardens and their place in literature. There's a whole little room about the garden in children's books, and bits about Capability Brown stuff, and all sorts. But the best part is that it was incredibly quiet except for the ambient birdsong they were playing through the stereo. So I went in there and had a look at the exhibits and listened to the birdsong and achieved a badly-needed peace.

Then, a short while later, there was no such thing as peace because I met nadriel's friends.

I liked them, don't get me wrong. mapp is such a sweetie -- actually, he reminds me rather of Yuki in that he's bouncing off the walls in a cheery sort of way one minute, giving the "Muh?" look to all and sundry the next and then asleep two minutes after that. lokean has this sort of Vetinari sort of air about him except maybe a little less sparing with his words -- actually, think Vetinari as a mod. (On second thought, don't.) And guido_was_taken was a truly amiable gent with lovely hair. Thing is, they're all totally batshit. Some of the conversation ... let's see. There was how to have penetrative sex with someone's torso by cutting a slit somewhere above the sixth rib. There was how to administer crack to a cat. There was lokean trying to make the "it's like kicking a sack full of puppies" analogy to denote cruelty apply to me while I was in Logic Mode. ("But you can't see the puppies in the sack." "Well, a clear sack, then!" "Well, the only clear ones are plastic. The puppies would be asphyxiating." "Okay, there are holes in the sack!" "But then the puppies would be able to tear the holes bigger and get out." "They're in a cloud of chlorine gas!" At this point, I commented, "As you have it now, me kicking them is the least of their problems" and guido_was_taken said, "Well, then she's obviously kicking them to put them out of their misery." Oddly, it got worse from there.)

Note to the gaming group, specifically the Sourcebook Central Brigade: This is what you're up against when I say, "And oddly, this is still not the strangest conversation I've ever had".

We went and got mapp's straw boater from Jermyn Street (which I'd never been down before; really interesting and must be explored further, despite the whole "gentleman's clothier" nature of the place. It was like walking around in an Arthur Conan Doyle novel) and then had dinner. Well, breakfast for two of us, since it was a breaking of our fasts. I hauled them off to Tokyo Diner, a nice little Japanese place just off Chinatown. Everyone else seems to have enjoyed themselves as well, so I feel I made a successful contribution. Still, I was surprisingly tired after that despite a good night's sleep (long day, I guess) so I decided to make a break for it and head home.

So now here I am, the weekend begins and I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself tonight. I suppose raiding the DVDs again might be an option. Am I in the mood for anime, artsy stuff, blood n' guts or stupid comedy? Or maybe I'll just go back to cholten99's complete Buffy box set. Hot bath might also be a good thing. And tomorrow, grocery shopping and Sourcebook Central people coming 'round for dinner. Yay!