I'm so bored. And Andrew isn't awake yet. I ought to be doing something productive, but here I am writing on LJ and listening to Puck be very concerned about something, though I have no idea what. And it's not the usual sit in one place and whine at the ceiling thing, he is wandering around whining, and looking at me every few minutes to make sure that I am noticing him trying desperately to tell me something.
I need to go clean out the pantry. I really ought to go clean out the pantry. I threw out a bottle of salad dressing that expired in 2003, and it's not like it had been shoved to the back of the shelf, no it was right up front in plain view. I was hoping to put it on my salad. Okay... lunch and then with the pantry cleaning. If you never hear from me again, assume I have been bludgeoned to death by the sentient can of peas that Puck was trying to warn me about.
