So don't disappoint them...

We're moving, as some of you may remember. This means that I am actually being good and packing things. Or trying to. I much prefer packing things when I'm the only one home as this means I can blast sound all over the house and feel cool.

But dad's home. Effectively curtailing this activity. Sucks.

I did, however, go through my cds and cassettes, packing those I can (probably) live without for a while (storage is a useful thing). Probably.

Irritatingly enough, though, I'm starving. And I can't just wave a magic wand and eat, either. Cereal? Can't. The milk in the fridge tastes like someone added a good cup of windex to it (ugh). Pasta? I've had it so often I--never mind. Cheese? With what--pasta? Been there. Crackers? Been there. By itself? Unuseful. Salad? The lettuce is moldy.

My mind is craving pizza, sadly.

The rest of me is craving anything. *grumble*

Hrm. Perhaps some corn.

guuuh

Oh, goddess, I think I need a stiff drink.

There's another boyband fic on SCML. This one, btw, is set up so the protagonist could be *any* author on the list. Doesn't that make you feel all happy? Apparently, any of us could fall in love with a boyband fictive.

Yes. That's the sound of me retching.

In happier news, I discovered cottage cheese that wasn't moldy. I have now eaten.