If only I had a life

I bloody well swear, had the computer had a neck, I would of strangled it earlier. I don’t know what it’s problem was, but it didn’t want to play nice…heck it didn’t even want to play at all. *kicks at it* But finaly it started to act nice once more. *sputters on about Muggle technology out to drive me bloody mental*

Though I should be working on finishing up A Blissful Fortnight, I started on a diffent fanfic. Got just about a page written (which was more than I thought before just checking right now). It’s Marauder era (because that’s just so much bloody fun) but post-Hogwarts.  I haven’t really developed my orginal character much…only that she’s a Metamorphamagus, and she’s on a mission. *swats her* Bad mission, shame on you. *laughs*

Still working on my entry for Severus’s return…added a bit more to it last night…although I still haven’t gotten to the major explosive part of it…having a bit of trouble with it…probably because I hate the thought of Severus and Raven in an actual fight. *hugs Severus tightly* Poor heart-broken bloke…he’s just got to realize her heart is still really his. *sigh*

I have nothing for tonight…nothing for tomarrow…nothing written for any of the month…and only a few notes here and there of what’s going on.  I should write a couple essays…I had meant to before now, but the whole drug/withdrawl thing took up most of my time the last couple months.  So yeah…essays…Got to find my little notebook with the notes I had taken.

I’m hungary…Blah…I guess I’ll start dinner to have it ready when Critter A gets home…Sonja always yells she wants a snack anyway, and dinner is going to be all kinds of snack type foods tonight (a side from the chicken…if I do decide to make that as well).  I’ve got to go check temps and length of cooking on everything to see how I’m going to pull this off…I’ve got Beef Tostadas (probably spelled wrong), rolled Chicken Quasidias, Cream Cheese wantons (would rather have crab ragoons…but mum doesn’t do sea food), cheese sticks (which mum won’t eat either…strange woman that she is), some kind of spinach pastry (which I will not tell Sonja what it is, until after she eats it, and declares it good, as she has some kind of mental thing against spinach, even though she does really  like it), and…What am I forgetting? Seems like there has to be something.   The Chicken is Banquet Southern Fried…Yummies.

Hey Raya, while I was in the grocery store they were playing Christmas music, and I almost let myself like it…just a bit. *laughs*

I still haven’t gotten to the actual wanting to go get a tree…I know I have to do that soon….Maybe if I try to rearragne the dining room (which is where the tree goes) I’ll start to feel a bit more into the holiday season.

Blah…I was eating tootsie rolls last night…and strained my molars…they are aching something fierce today…

Gods…I really have nothing to talk about…Blah…Maybe I do need a life. *sigh*
(Which reminds me, after about a month of not hearing from him, Mike called Monday. It was only to tell me about the Noble Collection having a varitey of Harry Potter things -Which as we all know, I already knew.-  And then said something about he’d been in the town next to where I live the week before, and thought about calling me, but it was early in the morning. And thought about meeting up…but…blah. *sigh* I’m probably better off without meeting up with him. I need someone who is going to be there for me when I need them, not when it’s convient for them.)