"It's 104 miles to Chicago..."

[desperance]

Okay. Status:

I have read & scribbled on eighty pages this morning, in the blessed Lit & Phil.

I have that much more and a handful extra still to review, and the cursed Lit & Phil is closed now until Monday. Also, I am out all day tomorrow.

Still. I have a house. It's full of wine and fudz, gooshy and otherwise. I have nothing else to do today, or nothing that matters more.

It'll be dark soon.

*puts on sunglasses*

Comments

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

But do you have a full tank of gas?

[samarcand.livejournal.com]

God I'm a geek...

It's actually 106 Miles to Chicago.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, I know that. But 104 is the number of pages I had left, and white white white is the colour of our carpets.

[agoodwinsmith.livejournal.com]

For heck's sake, nobody said it: "Hit it!"

[sovay]

*puts on sunglasses*

(Psst. You win.)