*is awake. sorta*

[lyssie]

*stares blearily at flist, and then outside*

*contemplates work* do not want.

*decides to take wee!Indy Jones with her to work* He can molest my keyboard with his, ah, staff. Thingie. I would take wee!Marion, but she is currently discussing how stupid mini!Cable looks with wee!Leia and wee!Padme. Possibly, they might attempt a coup on the upper bookshelf, except, well, Glory and Replicarter might smack them down.

I should get dressed. Sigh. And find something for breakfast that isn't Cheetos.

tgimff.

*ponders bsg tonight* do want. even if it will suck like a sucking thing.

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[chev-y.livejournal.com]

*pulls Lyssie back into the house/speaks in a low soothing voice*
Stay with your flist, Lyssie and we'll play on the net all day, eat our Cheetoes and watch the BSG 10 minute promo over and over and...
NAW! Just kidding! Get your ass to work. Someone has to keep us in the lap of luxury I've become accustomed to. :p

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*gigglefits* IT WAS SO TEMPTING.

But. Y'know. Workaholic. Inherited it from my dad.