Fionn Jameson

Argh. I’m so listless. I want to sleep. I want to sleep, damn it!

No news from Sonya about the Blood Lover proofers edits. Hm. I have to admit, at this point, I’m getting a little antsy here. I do know of several people who’d like to know what’s taking so long. It’s my fault, I know, since I was so stupidly slow, but I thought that I would have gotten some info about this by now. Ah well. Sonya’s told me that she was going to be rather busy for the next couple of weeks, so the best I can do is wait.

A friend of mine, Trish, came over a few hours ago with a DVD of the movie “National Treasure” and it occured to me that I had been jipped. You see, the same time that “National Treasure” was playing, so was “The Da Vinci Code” and foolishly, I had brushed off NT as a DVC knockoff.

Foot inserted into mouth.

“The Da Vinci Code” movie was a total bore, while I thoroughly enjoyed “National Treasure”. Heh. Go figures.

And yes, I really do need to get a start on my writing for today, but it’s already 6 PM and I just want to go and buy some strawberries to eat with the cream in the fridge. The funny thing about Korea is that there is no such as whipped cream. Oh, but get this. They have “whipping” cream!

Means that you have to whip it yourself, and no, there’s no sugar added, so basically, it’s just cream.

The good thing is that you can control how sugary or non-sugary your whipped cream is.

The bad thing is that you have to whip it.

Yourself.

See, but you can bypass the whole pain-in-the-ass whipping process if you have a electric blender.

Which I didn’t, otherwise I’m sure that I wouldn’t have started whining about whipping cream in the first place. All I had was a hand whipper and that didn’t work so well. It still took me about five minutes of constant whipping to get the cream to the consistancy that I wanted. Argh.

In a way, I guess making your own whipped cream is a much healthier alternative, considering the preservatives they probably put in the canned stuff.

Anyways, it’s a few minutes before 6:30 and I still haven’t gotten around to whipping the cream. Nor getting the strawberries. I need to quit griping.

Blargh!

But that’s what’s fun about blogging. You can bitch, whine, and moan about inconsequentials like whipping cream and no one would really give a rat’s ass.

Okay…I gotta write. Gotta get those 10 pages down tonight!