All alone, sitting by the phone...

They're gone, they're gone
I'm guaranteed immunity
I can write and vid and work
And pick my nose with impunity!


Much high drama in the last hour as I shipped my crew off to my inlaws.
Cleaning out the car in the rain is no fun. But better than sweltering to death yeasterday.

Dollface couldn't find her shoes. Jonner couldn't get his on his feet. Obi's are just enough too small that he can't zip them. I feel like i'm trapped in a farce remake of Cinderella.

I'm too awake to go back to bed I think I'll have a bath, clean house and write for a while.

( And I'm being stalked by LJ )