that was my crime...

Took the dog for a walk in Forest Park. It was a perfect excuse to climb all over the waterfall which is currently empty of water. Must add that to the itinerary, if I ever get around to a St. Louuis Gathering.

Cleaned around the computer, which means there's actual TABLE, rather than dad's stupid piles of shit. Some of which was him piling MY stuff up. Arrrr.

There's still some stuff to clean, but it's not so nacky looking in here.

I've unearthed the ugle 'Biscotti' cookie jar thing I got from someone at the Condo last year for christmas. It's still ugly.

But I could probably use it for storing cookies, or something. If I had something that would fit, and wouldn't break it... And, y'know, no taste.

We need shelving, in this room. Then dad's stuff wouldn't have to be behind the computer, propped up leaning against the monitor (very irritating). And, y'know, I could figure out a way to move the speakers around, so I got better sound.

Started a dialogue-only fic. It's ended up in the gutter an insane number of times. Sigh.

Oh well. At least they aren't all calling each other names.