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Sep. 3rd, 2003 10:01 amDecided on a netsuke for the boy, in case anyone cares. Though knowing my luck I will get outbid for the one I like. But since I'm giving it to him... oh, shut it, kbk.
Am sitting here listening to painter working in the hall. Is somewhat disquieting. The heavy breathing and all.
Going to post things soon. But will then have to come back. It's silly to be scared of him, especially after paternal unit was telling me just last night what a nice old man he is,and how the only problem with him is that he reportedly gets very very drunk on outings with the bowling club. And normally doesn't make it to the actual Orange Walk by virtue of being too pissed to walk in a straight line. Also, he was apparently very embarrassed to walk in on me still in bed a couple of weeks back, but given that it was the afternoon... Actually, I don't see what the problem is, because it's not like I was standing there in a nightie. I was firmly snuggled under the duvet. Opened my eyes and looked at him when he came in, shut them again when he went away. And he just swore. That's probably not good.
And crickety-crack goes my neck. Also not good.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe I'll just read a little fic first.
Oh, did I mention? This time of day? Not supposed to exist.
Am sitting here listening to painter working in the hall. Is somewhat disquieting. The heavy breathing and all.
Going to post things soon. But will then have to come back. It's silly to be scared of him, especially after paternal unit was telling me just last night what a nice old man he is,and how the only problem with him is that he reportedly gets very very drunk on outings with the bowling club. And normally doesn't make it to the actual Orange Walk by virtue of being too pissed to walk in a straight line. Also, he was apparently very embarrassed to walk in on me still in bed a couple of weeks back, but given that it was the afternoon... Actually, I don't see what the problem is, because it's not like I was standing there in a nightie. I was firmly snuggled under the duvet. Opened my eyes and looked at him when he came in, shut them again when he went away. And he just swore. That's probably not good.
And crickety-crack goes my neck. Also not good.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Maybe I'll just read a little fic first.
Oh, did I mention? This time of day? Not supposed to exist.
