worst car-ma ever
Mar. 9th, 2008 10:50 pmSo my car broke down yesterday, right? Requiring me to borrow my mom's car so as to get everyone home. Yeah, so guess what broke down today? *facepalm*
This morning's refusal of mom's car to start was entirely, 100% my fault. alas. Huge props and thanks to
metafrantic for popping over to bail me out.
On the plus side, thanks to all that waiting around for tow trucks, I finished reading Children of God which, it's fairly safe to say, rocked my world. Perhaps I shall write more about that later.
I need new things to think about while I'm lying there nursing Ruthie to sleep. I have difficulty keeping myself from thinking up disaster scenarios (a kid dying, me being mugged, etc.). For a while there I was occupying my brain by working out the mathematical notation system that would be used by the aliens in a story that I will probably never have time to actually write (but have been plotting for years now). Tonight I tried mentally reciting poetry, but couldn't get past Shakespeare's #48 ("How careful was I, when I took my way/Each trifle under truest bars to thrust" heh heh, she said "thrust") and that old cliche, the Road Less Traveled or whatever it's called ("I shall be telling this with a smile, somewhere ages and ages hence..."). Where's Edna St. V when I need her?
What do you do with your brain when there's nothing to do but think?
This morning's refusal of mom's car to start was entirely, 100% my fault. alas. Huge props and thanks to
On the plus side, thanks to all that waiting around for tow trucks, I finished reading Children of God which, it's fairly safe to say, rocked my world. Perhaps I shall write more about that later.
I need new things to think about while I'm lying there nursing Ruthie to sleep. I have difficulty keeping myself from thinking up disaster scenarios (a kid dying, me being mugged, etc.). For a while there I was occupying my brain by working out the mathematical notation system that would be used by the aliens in a story that I will probably never have time to actually write (but have been plotting for years now). Tonight I tried mentally reciting poetry, but couldn't get past Shakespeare's #48 ("How careful was I, when I took my way/Each trifle under truest bars to thrust" heh heh, she said "thrust") and that old cliche, the Road Less Traveled or whatever it's called ("I shall be telling this with a smile, somewhere ages and ages hence..."). Where's Edna St. V when I need her?
What do you do with your brain when there's nothing to do but think?
so I'm not the only one....
Date: 2008-03-10 03:55 am (UTC)Re: so I'm not the only one....
Date: 2008-03-10 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 11:15 am (UTC)I ship. It's the only thing that keeps me sane.
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Date: 2008-03-10 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 03:33 pm (UTC)Part of our nurse to sleep routine is me getting my book. I used to have to hide it because it would distract Caspian, but now as we're going through the routine, he says "Booooook!!" and won't let me go to bed without it.