The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.
Oh, lord, yes. An hour later I look up from some site on Renaissance history and I say to myself, "I only wanted to know when Leonardo finished The Last Supper."
The ridiculous thing about those searches is I spend twenty or thirty minutes researching facts for ... one sentence.
Perfectly acceptable. I have spent quality time looking things up for a throwaway joke. Sometimes the lion's share of the research I do doesn't even make it into the story, but it informs the plot and characterization.
Post-its have a new purpose: blinder so I can briefly read.
I know I'm not supposed to swim today. But I feel guilty anyway.
Also? I really hate the texture of my ceiling.
I don't really watch football, but whoah.
Me either, Tom. It's on at the laundromat.
I think football broke Twitter just now.
Billy Cundiff - don't go home to Baltimore.
man, I really do not like NE. The Ravens were the only team I wanted to make it to the Superbowl this year. Not sure when the last time I cared less about a Superbowl.
I am making labels for files, and am filing the numerous piles of household papers. SO EXCITING...not.
I honestly don't care about this game either, cause I don't like either team and am bitter at both this season, sooooo, I think a movie instead.
I just found a whole batch of unsigned documents from my 2005 refinance. that saves some file space.