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Jan. 27th, 2006 12:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichAlmost one am. I should be asleep, I know. I have last minute shopping to do before I can finish sewing Arni's new shirt, before the gang comes over to help us load all the food & supplies in the truck, before I clean the house (a bit) for my overnight-guests of Saturday (that being a couple of the hard-working kitchen duds who will be playing patty-cakes in the kitchen with the _other_ hard working duds. Hmmm... guess I'm not making much sense. Chalk it up to chopping 27 pounds of onions... Arni hid in his computer room while Felicia and I chop, chop, chopped. My eyes stopped stinging about an hour ago (if I keep them open. They sting when I close them.)
Well, stinging or not, I've got to get to bed.
Heh. I just thought of that 'I quit smoking' commercial that's been playing so much - my hair smells like... onions.
EDIT: 3:48am now. Still can't sleep. Tomorrow's going to need me to get some sleep. Grump, grump, grump. It's my own fault - I ate some red licorice while I was trying to relax and now my tummy's upset. Hidden stress does not react well to sugar, I'm thinking. Back to mindless solitaire games for a little computer-zen. That will help.
Well, stinging or not, I've got to get to bed.
Heh. I just thought of that 'I quit smoking' commercial that's been playing so much - my hair smells like... onions.
EDIT: 3:48am now. Still can't sleep. Tomorrow's going to need me to get some sleep. Grump, grump, grump. It's my own fault - I ate some red licorice while I was trying to relax and now my tummy's upset. Hidden stress does not react well to sugar, I'm thinking. Back to mindless solitaire games for a little computer-zen. That will help.
