*kicks at the title I forgot to put here*

Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell…My tea is gone, and my hands are cold again.  And as I only have 5 of my prefered tea bags of the moment left…I don’t want to leave myself too short. And as I have cancelled shopping for today, until tomarrow…*shrugs*

*hugs tea box* Don’t run out on me…(Yes, I’m a bit off this….er…afternoon as the case may be.) I’ve had 5 hours of very seperated and interupted sleep…So while I’m totaly mental, let me introduce you to my tea. (My darling sister and brother were already intoduced to it last night, but I don’t want to leave you lovely people out.)

Madagascar Vanilla Red : Rooibos (pronoucned ‘roy-bus’) Tea
Rooibos tea is brewed from the leaves of the African shrub rooibos and is also called ‘red-tea’ or ‘red bush tea’, as translated from teh Afrikaans language. This naturaly caffeine-free, antioxident-rich tea is found and sustainably cultivated only in South Africa’s Cedarburg Mountains. The centuries the local people have enjoyed rooibos for it’s delicious flavour and healthful properties.

Or so my box tells me so. *eyes box carefully* I don’t think it would lie to me.

Blah…I should update ~The Choice~ on Quizilla.
*head desk* I still need to get the last parts of ‘A Blissful Fortnight’ written and posted…my poor readers.
I suppose I’ve been preoccupied with the presently unfolding plot…and the plot that this one, apon research, has spawned.  (Which I’m not sure when to do it…Since I’ve more of less ran Naamah out of her job at the end of the wrap up on the second plot. Oh well…I guess I can’t pull off snake-bitch as much as I thought. *shrugs* She just not the char. she was meant to be. And although she has/will come in quite handy…I don’t really think I’ll be overly sad to see her go.)  *Sends Naamah back to alti-verse and fixes her damage* *laughs*

I’ve actually touched on nothing I had intended to. But I’ve got like 15 minutes before I’m suppose to head off for walkies.

*looks around* Where is my Nelly Belly?   And for that matter….Where is the bloody Tea Witch. *legally changes his name*

Other self: *pries self from computer* 

Self: But I don’t want to goooooooooooo.  *pouts*

Other self: Too bad, you have to, you have promises to uphold, and you’ve wasted enough time sitting at this bloody computer.

Self: Have not…I’ve got…a million more things to do.

Other self: Do it later.

Self: *pouts* Fine.

And on another note…I added a bit to my ‘To Spork or Not to Spork’  (Those of you who know what I’m talking about will of course understand. Those of you who don’t…hehehe…you don’t know WHAT you are missing. *falls over laughing*)  Anyway…that said, the ‘intro’ now spans 13 1/2  dialog typed pages.