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cimoreneWerewolf epic at about 33,000. Frank is still 13.
I feel ridiculous, of a sudden, posting just that, so. Um.
I have gotten addicted to Tetris in the weeks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bexless was gone because she is the cheerleader for this particular story and I'm a creature of habit and couldn't write it alone. I've done it in the past and hopefully I will do it again, but right now it feels like talking to nobody. It's not that I'm good at Tetris. I suck at video games. But I just can't stop when I start! I played it several times until my vision blurred and I couldn't put the blocks down where I wanted, but always one space to the left.
Also, I've been craving Taffel Herrgårds potatischips, which lately taste to me like fucking ambrosia, possibly even better than fresh guacamole (previously the most heavenly flavour in my personal cuisine pantheon). And I couldn't buy any because of the stores closing early on Saturday (for the sabbath?). Then last night I boiled some late new potatoes and ate them with butter and poached eggs and about three tablespoons of salt (I don't know, okay? It's a craving), and it tasted almost potato-chip-like. It was good.
And I wrote again, too. Then I slept 11 hours.
I feel ridiculous, of a sudden, posting just that, so. Um.
I have gotten addicted to Tetris in the weeks
bexless was gone because she is the cheerleader for this particular story and I'm a creature of habit and couldn't write it alone. I've done it in the past and hopefully I will do it again, but right now it feels like talking to nobody. It's not that I'm good at Tetris. I suck at video games. But I just can't stop when I start! I played it several times until my vision blurred and I couldn't put the blocks down where I wanted, but always one space to the left.Also, I've been craving Taffel Herrgårds potatischips, which lately taste to me like fucking ambrosia, possibly even better than fresh guacamole (previously the most heavenly flavour in my personal cuisine pantheon). And I couldn't buy any because of the stores closing early on Saturday (for the sabbath?). Then last night I boiled some late new potatoes and ate them with butter and poached eggs and about three tablespoons of salt (I don't know, okay? It's a craving), and it tasted almost potato-chip-like. It was good.
And I wrote again, too. Then I slept 11 hours.
