I don't feel like typing today. I know I should. I've got a ton of ficcage that I need to type up (and send off to my long suffering beta reader, in several cases), but I just can't bring myself to do more than stare at the computer screen.
We actually had something like an actual thunderstorm today. I saw lightning. I heard thunder. It's been years since there's been one around here (the geography around Seattle allows for a lot of drizzly weather, but honest-to-god storms rarely get past the mountains that are on all sides. Yes, that includes coming from the Pacific, cause Seattle is on the inside of the Pugit Sound).
I knew I left my disk here at the Lynnwood library yesterday, but I hadn't realized I'd left the Garbage CD from the Seattle Library here too. Thank all the gods, it was still here when I got the computer.
Right now I've got Good Charlotte's Good Morning Revivel on, but I'm only really listening to Dance Floor Anthem and All Black.
From now on, whenever I hear about Brittany Spears, I'm going to remember the lyrics to Garbage's Shut Your Mouth.
