Katiefoolery

So what shall we do while the Americans are all off feasting at Thanksgiving?  I vote we hide LJ behind the couch cushions and look all innocent when they get back.

“LJ?  What is this LJ of which you speak?  Oh that LJ behind the couch cushions!  Yeees, I don’t know how that got there.”

But first, we’d all better practise looking incredibly innocent and blameless, otherwise I don’t think we'll be able to pull it off.

I am happy and giddy because I have made a silly icon (not the one on this post) and also because it is Bleach Day.  I do love Bleach Day and I love Bleach Exile even more for scanlating the chapters at the speed of light and filling my afternoons with Bleachy goodness.

Also (and I’ve just realised this) I haven't had a cup of tea since breakfast, which could explain my light-headed giddiness and my strange but overwhelming desire to go and put the kettle on.  Any kettle.  As long as it’s now.

In further stream-of-consciousness blogging, I must confess to having an extremely lewd story in my head as I took the bus home yesterday afternoon.  Oh yes.  Hehe.  My Timothy-of-the-heads has bet me that I won’t write it and as a punishment for his lack of faith, I have declared that not only will I write it, but I will not allow him to read it.  That will teach him.

However, this whole situation of stories in my head only served to highlight the main reason I will most likely never drive a car unless in an emergency: I just don’t want to concentrate.  I get the best ideas when sitting on the bus or the train and they’re usually so distracting that I have to whip out my handy notebook and write them down straight away.  I couldn’t do that if I was driving.  Instead, I’d be sitting there, desperately trying to remember the details so I can write them down later while at the same time trying not to kill anyone with my lack of concentration.

I just don’t have the attention span for driving, I’m afraid.

And now, I shall go and shove LJ down behind my couch cushions before the Americans get back...

Well, I was going to come on here and whinge about stupid Australia Post sending my manga, for which I’ve waited almost a month now, to the wrong post office for collection.  I was going to follow that up with a slightly embarrassed admission to the effect that I didn’t actually look at the collection notice to see which post office I should actually run off to... before I ran off to the wrong one.

Once that was out of the way, I was going to rant about how unfair it was that my Timothy’s parcel of stuff had been left at the door whereas my parcel of lovely manga was going to remain languishing in a post office until the next afternoon.

And then I came back inside from my fruitless jaunt to the wrong post office and opened the parcel that I’d assumed held my Timothy’s stuff.  It was at this point that all of my carefully-planned rants fell apart because the parcel actually contained my manga.

Huzzah!

Of course, irony contrived to make sure that it was the stuff that was shipped after the first lot and that I can’t actually read it until the other parcel arrives, but I don’t care.  Twenty-five percent of my manga is finally here!

I shall now dance.