Eight Days of Happiness - Day Seven
Aug. 23rd, 2009 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansJim Beam Rye and coke makes me happy. And I don't mean just the 'heading towards tipsy' happy, I mean happy, because it's a fine tasting drink. And I like that. And I like that my dad gave it to me for my birthday. But what makes me happier? Sharing* a glass with my darling man as we watch the movie Gran Torino. That was a movie we saw trailers for, but did not go to the movies to see. I'm still really glad we own it now. It's just a wonderful movie. It's funny and bittersweet and real.
*I first typed that out as 'sharking' which is a whole new typo-word I've not come across before. But part of me wonders how the definition would go for such a word. Hunting sharks? Pretending to be a shark? Chasing wo/menfolk in a predatory yet lusty manner?
Got three whole hours on Sacred 2 today, without it crashing, although I swear it came close two or three times. Not to mention three hours on that game, for all I didn't seem to actually do a lot, was, well, quite enough thank-you.
I didn't straighten my hair like I planned to, or do the load of laundry. Both of those can be done tomorrow, though. In the morning. Because tomorrow afternoon Alan and I are visiting the Southward Car Museum. That shall be fun.
Fin.
*I first typed that out as 'sharking' which is a whole new typo-word I've not come across before. But part of me wonders how the definition would go for such a word. Hunting sharks? Pretending to be a shark? Chasing wo/menfolk in a predatory yet lusty manner?
Got three whole hours on Sacred 2 today, without it crashing, although I swear it came close two or three times. Not to mention three hours on that game, for all I didn't seem to actually do a lot, was, well, quite enough thank-you.
I didn't straighten my hair like I planned to, or do the load of laundry. Both of those can be done tomorrow, though. In the morning. Because tomorrow afternoon Alan and I are visiting the Southward Car Museum. That shall be fun.
Fin.
