Liveblogging the fatal ramble - 3
Feb. 19th, 2010 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThirty pages down. Twenty to go.
Deadline: still six-thirty. *is overconfident*
Pints of coffee consumed: still two
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange, one white chocolate snowman, one crystalised plum in chocolate, one bowl of curried carrot-and-celeriac soup with bacon croutons and one slice of granary toast with grilled goat's cheese.
Next anticipated nutriment: hmm - more soup, perhaps? That was nice...
Distractions: a few chapters of The Count of Monte Cristo. Bored of emptiness of internets: no longer looking.
Anticipated distraction: wintry Olympics! I may be some time... (Please not to ask me why I want to watch healthy young people in skintight clothing tangling their limbs as they slide around on cold stuff. *is mystery to self*)
Feline assistants: Mac cleaned the soup-bowl. Barry cleaned the toast-plate.
Weather: snow!
Darling-so-far: There was violence everywhere, in that machine and all these machinations, in chains and hammer-blows and heat, in the tiger and its woman and every man here: violence contained, potent, ready. Even the temple idols were a trap.
Deadline: still six-thirty. *is overconfident*
Pints of coffee consumed: still two
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange, one white chocolate snowman, one crystalised plum in chocolate, one bowl of curried carrot-and-celeriac soup with bacon croutons and one slice of granary toast with grilled goat's cheese.
Next anticipated nutriment: hmm - more soup, perhaps? That was nice...
Distractions: a few chapters of The Count of Monte Cristo. Bored of emptiness of internets: no longer looking.
Anticipated distraction: wintry Olympics! I may be some time... (Please not to ask me why I want to watch healthy young people in skintight clothing tangling their limbs as they slide around on cold stuff. *is mystery to self*)
Feline assistants: Mac cleaned the soup-bowl. Barry cleaned the toast-plate.
Weather: snow!
Darling-so-far: There was violence everywhere, in that machine and all these machinations, in chains and hammer-blows and heat, in the tiger and its woman and every man here: violence contained, potent, ready. Even the temple idols were a trap.