accents and boredom

[escritoireazul]

Okay, so, lesson. If you'd like me to give you a discount on your glass work, come talk to me in a British accent and talk about the "mirror wot you want to install" and things like that. (Specifically, this man's accent reminds me of scouseboy's, for your reference. If you really want me to just swoon and do anything you say [wot, rob a bank? rob a pensioner? anything], use thestalkycop's posh phone voice.) Accents are lovely.

What is not lovely is the way today is dragging. It's not even three p.m. yet, there are still two hours left, and I've been ready to go home since I got here at eight a.m. Woe. Drag, drag, drag. Plus there are Donut King donuts and while it has not been difficult staying away from them so far, I fear it will later, as I get more and more bored.

Even the brilliant storm has ended, though we were supposed to have thunder and lightening and rain all afternoon and evening.

As for this week's health goals, though I've not been to the gym at all (woe! and so busy, must figure out how to reschedule), I've been drinking gallons of water and have had no sugar. (In fact, am twelve days into the no sugar thing and going strong. Good job, Carla, and I actually don't even feel all that bad about not getting to have, say, the donuts, or cookies the other night, or ice cream. I don't hardly miss it.)

Maybe there will be fic writing this weekend. I would like it.

thestalkycop has left me to go camping all weekend. I feel very woeful because of it. Left all alone, on my own, no one to keep me up half the night writing. Woe.

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[aphrodite-mine.livejournal.com]

I shall be here all weekend, with my roomie gone. If you'd like we can chat it up. I'll be looking for distractions.