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Last night Sarcasm Girl and the Beau stayed over, which was adorable: they brought BEATLES ROCK BAND with them, and we all had a shot at singing along and playing the guitar controller. I cannot play the guitar controller for beans, because I keep wanting it to be a guitar, which it emphatically is not. I can, however, sing along like gangbusters, and did.
At about four AM we had thunderstorms (we never have thunderstorms! I love thunderstorms!) and the power went out, and SG and B woke up to shuffle our car out of the garage so that they could move his car into the garage because his car is down a window and rain + taped-on-vinyl=not so much dryness. I went back to sleep, where I had fascinating dreams involving one of my editors, Brooklyn, and the need to put all the food in my freezer into coolers so it wouldn't thaw before breakfast.
Never a dull moment.
The rain has stopped, my laptop charger has broken (again, dammit) and I'm going to take the dog out to cavort for a while.
At about four AM we had thunderstorms (we never have thunderstorms! I love thunderstorms!) and the power went out, and SG and B woke up to shuffle our car out of the garage so that they could move his car into the garage because his car is down a window and rain + taped-on-vinyl=not so much dryness. I went back to sleep, where I had fascinating dreams involving one of my editors, Brooklyn, and the need to put all the food in my freezer into coolers so it wouldn't thaw before breakfast.
Never a dull moment.
The rain has stopped, my laptop charger has broken (again, dammit) and I'm going to take the dog out to cavort for a while.