Sims and yaks and t and v.

[whatho]

Yawn. I'm really quite tired. Plenty tired enough to go to bed. I should really be doing that.

It's not been the most productive of days. I played a lot of Sims 2 today. Moved Starksy in with Hutch and bought them a lot of new carpets. They're not sufficiently in love to sleep in the same bed together yet. That'll come in time. Got another rejection from a short story mag this morning, but I'm fairly used to it now because it's been going on these past six years. Bought some quite nice wrapping paper. Wanted to buy a mince pie but failed to find one. That was a bit sad. I shall have another crack at it on the morrow. Also watched some jolly television. HIGNFY was a bit too ungay really. QI made me laugh quite vocally on several occasions, but I'm not really awake enough to remember them. There was quite a lot of stuff about yaks that fairly tickled me. I don't think I've ever met a yak. Possibly I've seen one from a distance but I failed to appreciate it at the time.

I'm going to sit here now until I wake up sufficiently to stop sitting here.

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Comments

[jekesta]

Ah first time through I was very much skim reading on the way down my flist, and suddenly had to scroll back up to make sure that you weren't turning to crack because of the lack of mince pies. It seemed a bit extreme, really. Yes. But you're not. So that's good.

I LOVE STARSKY SUFFICIENTLY TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS HIM. You know. Just if the occasion ever arises I don't want that to be in doubt.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I think it would be quite great if, having been forced to cross mince pies off my list, my next thought 'ah well, it'll have to be the crack then'. But no.

I very much hope the occasion arises wherein Starsky and yourself have to share a bed.