la, Monday
Jan. 14th, 2008 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilmanStorm:
Bah. Another misfire, icky mess rather than wheeee!storm. *pouts*
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Writing:
Today is research day. Although I'm not sure if anything that feeds one of my obsessions can really be considered "research." Like telling a chocoholic to go around tasting every form of cocoa they can find, and report back.... oo, look! Another website! With videos! And archives! And a store! Oh dear.
(on the other hand, it's also allowing me to e-mail total strangers all around the world and ask them nosy questions. Like being a reporter, only I get more respect [which is more of a sad commentary on reportage than it is a statement about people liking novelists...])
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Felines:
As I'm sitting here working, Pandora is sleeping by my hip, as usual. She let out this little mutter than means she's dreaming, and I reached down to pet her. Still asleep, she curled her paw around my fingers and pulled them in against her body, like she's hugging a teddy bear.
*melts*
I have never understood people who didn't want/like having animal companions. Physical restrictions (allergies, landlords, etc) are one thing, but to not want a fur-face around? I just don't get it. *shakes head sadly* Their loss.
Bah. Another misfire, icky mess rather than wheeee!storm. *pouts*
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Writing:
Today is research day. Although I'm not sure if anything that feeds one of my obsessions can really be considered "research." Like telling a chocoholic to go around tasting every form of cocoa they can find, and report back.... oo, look! Another website! With videos! And archives! And a store! Oh dear.
(on the other hand, it's also allowing me to e-mail total strangers all around the world and ask them nosy questions. Like being a reporter, only I get more respect [which is more of a sad commentary on reportage than it is a statement about people liking novelists...])
----------
Felines:
As I'm sitting here working, Pandora is sleeping by my hip, as usual. She let out this little mutter than means she's dreaming, and I reached down to pet her. Still asleep, she curled her paw around my fingers and pulled them in against her body, like she's hugging a teddy bear.
*melts*
I have never understood people who didn't want/like having animal companions. Physical restrictions (allergies, landlords, etc) are one thing, but to not want a fur-face around? I just don't get it. *shakes head sadly* Their loss.
