-Visited the Vancouver Maritime Museum with artemisiabrisol and mik100 (a museum built around the RCMP St. Roch) and hovered longingly at the edge of the nearby off-leash doggy-exercise beach like, um, I think the simile I used was "child molesters outside an elementary school." Needless to say, we are all severely puppy-deprived.
I am now out of withdrawal, as I have one on my feet. All is well.
All was also bound in damp mysterious fog, pretty much all day. Vancouver's looked like this for most of a week, now. It's like a Stephen King novel. We stood at the end of the docks below the museum expecting the Edmund Fitzgerald to come looming suddenly up out of the mist. Spooky.
-After three weeks' absence, returned to The Tea Shop (From Whence All Goodness Springs) and, um, had tea. They were closed over the holidays, renovating and, apparently, gallivanting around Asia.
-Travelled to Mum's, where I discovered the following had arrived in the mail: a)replacement credit cards, b)my CBLDF membership card, and c)my Elann shipment, containing two sets of knitting needles and bricky-coloured yarn called, co-incidentally, Brick.
-Stabbed myself in the finger via malicious staple in knitting needle packet. Buyer beware: Brittany needles are a lovely product with deadly packaging. (Survived. Have started new pair of socks. Updates to follow.)
-Still have not posted the fic I finished two days ago. Not my fault! No fic today, probably fic tomorrow. (Yes, that means that I ACTUALLY FINISHED SOMETHING. We'll see if this miracle extends to other writerly endeavours.)
-Am for some reason still awake at... *glances at clock* ...um, four-thirty. Wait, what? Why am I still awake? Oh, right, Bette Davis. It's all Bette Davis's fault. Turner Classic Movies is a bad and addictive channel. I sit down to watch for fifteen minutes and the next thing I know...
...okay, I'm outta here. 'Night, all.