Oh crap. I completely forgot to give this character a last name. Didn't think I'd need one until this line of dialogue: "Mr. Whittaker, if you want to continue this conversation, then Miss ____ will have to wait outside."
WIP: Cave Draconem (YA dark fantasy), 78k, revising
Short: 100% Organic (horror), 2000, subbing (Rs--2)
30 minutes is 30 minutes.
I can't believe how nice is it outside. I cleaned out my car, vaccumed it and cleaned the windows on the inside.
Now it's time for laundry.
Heya Bos, how's things?
I'm just heading out to do laundry because I love it that much. But at least I'll have that time to read.
Current reading: Tom Piccirilli -- Thrust.
Turn. The. Set. Off. Abby.
Studying the mating habits of pill bugs would be less... more...
Well, it'd be different.
Actually, the mating habits of pill bugs are... Never mind.
But they are kinda' interesting. Not so much different from other crustaceans, actually. They have a lot in common with Harvestmen and a few other species. Water dependency is a vital issue in land-dwelling Arthropoda of that size.
Okay, I'll stop. But it's still more interesting than American Idol.
Why would anybody want to watch such garbage?
Turn the tv off and slowly walk away, Abby...seriously.
I watched it when I was in China, because yes, I was that desperate for American television.
Nothing wrong with the cemetery.
I've taken a few ideas - and a few name - from there myself.
There are a couple of old cemeteries around here. Once spring truly gets here I want to take the time to wander around them a little bit.
And I like visiting semi-famous gravesites. I've been to F Scot Fitzgerald's grave, for example, which was in this really small cemetery in the middle of the city. Very odd.