Here I sit, sipping beer. I would swill it, as I understand that swilling is actually the appropriate method for consuming beer, but the beer is too good. So, I sip it instead.
Tonight is the Assylum Christmas Party. I feel honored to be made part of the tradition. I did not live at the Assylum, and neither did Alex, but we have been absorbed. It's lovely to be part of an insane, slightly dysfunctional family. We are forgoing the Traditional Turkey Fiasco this year in favor of some pot roast that is smelling absolutely fantastic
at the moment. (The Traditional Turkey Fiasco usually involves some horrible misfortune befalling the turkey, at which point Alex steps in and saves the day. This year, he saved the day by making pot roast instead.) There are also cookies. They are yummy cookies, but I have been forbidden to touch them until the company gets here. Drat.
I have been amazingly hilarious this trip, but I can't remember any of the funny conversations we have had. This upsets me greatly. My short-term memory is truly dreadful. My long-term memory is not much better, but that's all right. I do remember that we watched Fantastic 4
last night. The movie is absolutely dreadful, but we enjoyed mocking it. Do not bother watching it. It is truly, truly not worth it.
I am also feeling wonderfully productive. Cassandra's Codex
is coming along nicely, but I'm not going to post any of it until I have at least Chapter 1 done. I'll let you all know when that happens, and then I'll be posting there regularly (I hope!) after that. All of you who have requested to be added to the friends list for cassandra_codex
have been added, as far as I know. I'll double-check before I post the first entry. I'm still not happy with what I have so far, but some tweaking will happen after I finish the first chapter and before I post. I would also like to emphasize that the chapters that are posted on cassandra_codex
are going to be pretty rough. Thanks for bearing with me.
I have knitted 35 rows on my winter scarf. At this rate, I may be done about when winter ends. Ah, well. Next
year, I shall have a nice warm scarf to go with my hat. *hugs hat*
I think that I must go and either try to write or attempt to read. Writing sounds good. Maybe I'll do some notes, as company is expected soon and I do not wish any actual writing to be interrupted.