Poor Alphonse. *sniff*

[digital_opium]

I have a sofa. A used sofa, from a second hand store. But a sofa. It's someplace to sit. I am squeefully happy. It's got a god-awful floral pattern, but that's easily fixed with a slip cover. *eyes Silvia* Not ruby, though. And regretfully, probably not leopard-spot print, either. *grins*

One of the dogs has already claimed one end as his. Monster.

I have much writing to do tonight.

Wednesday 11/30/05 - To Do

Remus - Absence letter
Dean - hunterverse - talk with Hunter
Two TM prompts - letter to younger self
Remus fanfic100 prompt - Sound
Jack fanfic100 prompt - Lovers
xmas fic - straying_thread
xmas fic - mistletoemagic
various TM tags

Yeah, like I'll get all of this done today. *checks time*

Oooh. Look. Fullmetal Alchemist on my TiVo. Shiny.

Poor little large metal Alphonse. *sniff* And it's so very wrong that I am slashing the under-aged cartoon boys, one of whom is in a metal robot body, isn't it? I'm very glad there's a special hell reserved for me and all my closest friends.

ETA: Edward does suffer very prettily. *facepalms*

Comments

[ladyofbrileith.livejournal.com]

Keelia wants to curl up in Michael's lap and purr--if he has a lap. Midir is fighting her for space.

Unless Michael is a kitten. Then they want to curl up around him and sleep.

They also want to know when I'll stop making them be kittens.

I told them to hush.

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

Awww. Michael has lap. Enough for two three kittens.

I seriously screwed up my hand somehow. Moving the stupid sofa. And it doesn't hurt? But it's all weak... I can barely type. Is worrying.

Bah for ow.

[ladyofbrileith.livejournal.com]

*sends Keelia and Midir over to curl up in Michael's lap*

:( screwing up hand is bad! Be careful and don't type so much if you've hurt yourself!

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

Yay for sofas. Does this mean you will be at the keyboard less? *grins*

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

Probably not, generally speaking. *g*

Although I screwed up my hand tonight and I'm not even sure what I did, so typing is all whacky at the moment.

The spousal unit gets a couch. Doesn't bother to ask anyone to help him move it. Thus, I get to help, and ow.

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

*sends you virtual smooches*

Wrap it in a big ostentatious bandage and whimper soulfully. Get sympathy and bask. It's the only way.

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

*g*

Yeah, I was whining again. I do that a lot.

*smooch*

[candygramme.livejournal.com]

You need much hugs and loving. The husband should be made to provide sympathy; it's what he's for.