I had plans for today. Really I did.
Wednesday, February 8th, 2006It’s not all that surprising that my days have rolled over to early evenings and nights now. I wake up around 3 or 4 pm and go to sleep around 7 am. There’s still time during the day to scan the job ads and check my mail and try to not worry too much.
That being said, I really did have plans to do things today, but it kind of all went to hell when I went into work with my sweetie and he gave me an early Valentine’s Day gift. . .Stephen King’s Cell A Novel. I just finished it about 15 minutes ago. You can probably guess that other than reading that book, I didn’t get much else done today. :[
About the book. I’m kind of disappointed. It’s . . .not really. . .worthy. . .I guess, of SK in a way. To me, it seems very rushed and shallow for him. Usually his books totally suck me in and this one I found my attention wandering more than once. It was definitely interesting though. Other than that I won’t say anything on the off chance that someone might be reading this that wants to go and read the book for themselves.
In other news, yesterday I finished the back piece for my Golden Tunic. . .I guess I should credit the pattern and call it by name. . . it’s Holly, and it’s coming along beautifully! I only have a front and two sleeves left, and if I don’t slack on them, I might have the sweater done. . .just in time for weather that’s too warm to wear it in! :[
I got inspired by another web site’s design into thinking about a design for my project. That’s what I was supposed to work on today. But of course, I didn’t. I ended up reading instead. I guess I’ll try focusing again tomorrow. I totally suck at focusing.
We’ve been playing with our chinchilla Turbo a lot more lately. We got him a bigger cage, and he stays in the room now. . (mostly since the reason we moved him out of the room to begin with was because he chews on the cage at like 3am and we couldn’t sleep through it, but now we’re up around then, so it doesn’t seem to matter much, only to be annoying.) but I think he’s much happier in here with us. He was all alone in the kitchen before mostly and he seemed so lonely. Now he can whine at us when he wants attention, and mostly we’re big mushes for his adorable self and can’t help but give in to him. Today he stole an oreo out of Rob’s box of oreo’s and ran away with it. We couldn’t do anything but laugh. I started to worry about how not good oreo’s probably are for him, but he stopped eating at the icing. He only ate the cookie around the edges. Such a character.


