Out Of My Skull

[disbelief11]

Sweet jam and biscuits, I am so bored right now. Mr. Dis is ensconced in football heaven. I, on the other hand, hate football. Hate watching it, hate the commentators, hate the sheer amount of time it takes. That makes me unamerican, right?

So bored. One of those kinds of boredoms were my books sit mute on the table rather than singing their siren song, tempting me to join them in another world. One of those boredom times where nothing on the 'Net seems interesting either. Geez, I'm about to start cleaning the house for sheer lack of anything else I want to do. (Not that I want to clean the house, but at least it'd be more productive than playing free cell or something.)

Argh. Maybe I'll go make some banana bread or something.

Comments

[scrunchy.livejournal.com]

Booo football!

Yay! Banana Bread!
(Which, ironically, I too was thinking about making until I realized that I have no loaf-pan)

Dis, you were in my dream last night. No, I don't remember what it was about, but I think we were walking your pet goat and discussing something that had happened to me earlier in the dream (the part I don't remember). Yeah. I am insane. We knew this.

[disbelief11.livejournal.com]

Wow, I was in your dream? I feel so honored. It's practically like being a movie star. Or, y'know, something.

Naner bread may happen later, or tomorrow...sorry about your lack of pan de loaf.