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Dec. 9th, 2003 03:16 pmI ought to do some severe self-punishment, but if I iron my hands, I won't be able to sew today, either
No sewing yesterday. Bad, bad Susanna. Then again, I finished Orpheus 34. Managed to push the final showdown forth to 35.
All things considered, it was a productive weekend. And I even went to play billiards with Klaus on Sunday. We were both in totally crappy form, so it was more fun than anything else. We agreed that we're turning into disgusting middle-aged people, because there were four teenagers (maybe 14 or 15) playing at the table next to ours, constantly catapulting the cue ball (and others-too) everywhere and making a hellish racket. We disapproved. A lot. Only to admit afterwards that, at that age, we probably used to be the same. This realization was instantly followed by deep contrition at having shot evil glares at the youngsters.
Afternoon coffe with brother tomorrow. And maybe I'm going to spend the evening with him and younger nephew. Unless I prefer going to a conference with a friend. But knowing myself, a night with the boys will hold considerably more appeal. Hangover guaranteed for Thursday morning.
ETA: I'm not feeling devious at all, merely chose the mood to see what the icon was like...
No sewing yesterday. Bad, bad Susanna. Then again, I finished Orpheus 34. Managed to push the final showdown forth to 35.
All things considered, it was a productive weekend. And I even went to play billiards with Klaus on Sunday. We were both in totally crappy form, so it was more fun than anything else. We agreed that we're turning into disgusting middle-aged people, because there were four teenagers (maybe 14 or 15) playing at the table next to ours, constantly catapulting the cue ball (and others-too) everywhere and making a hellish racket. We disapproved. A lot. Only to admit afterwards that, at that age, we probably used to be the same. This realization was instantly followed by deep contrition at having shot evil glares at the youngsters.
Afternoon coffe with brother tomorrow. And maybe I'm going to spend the evening with him and younger nephew. Unless I prefer going to a conference with a friend. But knowing myself, a night with the boys will hold considerably more appeal. Hangover guaranteed for Thursday morning.
ETA: I'm not feeling devious at all, merely chose the mood to see what the icon was like...
