tomato pie

[threeplusfire]

A nice meal at Kerby Lane makes up for a lot of things. I ate too much queso, and a big slice of tomato pie. It had feta, olives and basil. Superbly delicious.

Work was so tiring. The certs were rough today, and I had to pend too many of them for more information. But so it goes. At least nothing bad has happened to me yet. New York isn't too bad to work, it's just finding the plat maps that make it a pain.

Mostly I want to sleep and sleep.

The cat is distressed that I am typing instead of petting him. I've figured out what's happening to all our lighters. The cat starts playing with them and hides them all around.

I'm still trying to decide what to do for my RenFest costume. Alan's will be rather expensive, because we need boots, and the fancy coat, and the hat... sigh. It's worth it, really. Just dealing with the finances stresses me out lately.

Why do they show Kull so much on Sci-fi? I don't get it.

The Stargate is my friend.

Comments

[water-damage.livejournal.com]

Hey Amanda. :-) There is a guy over here (a very nice, cool guy) who is covetous of my gmail account. I was wondering if you are still getting opportunities to bless people with them? If so, and if you are at all running out of people upon which to bequeath such a luxury, his name is Martin, and his email address (for only a short time more) is mcrane@mail.utexas.edu .

:-) Your cat is thinking, "Why would she rather pet that keyboard than me? I'm much better than that old thing."

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Sadly I have no gmail invites! I haven't gotten any in weeks. Have him check gmailswap.com, he could get lucky there.

The cat is surely fluffier than the keyboard.

[water-damage.livejournal.com]

:-) THanks. Hee