Because I am lazy, I'm swiping this quiz from Robyn:
Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says
my wrist.
That's it. It's the tail end of a paragraph in To Say Nothing of the Dog.
Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
I can move my left arm about three inches before whacking my bookcase.
What is the last thing you watched on TV?
A re-run of The West Wing on Bravo.
With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The fridge running, and my keyboard clicking.
When did you last step outside?
This evening, when I got off the bus and walked home.
Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
ElleBee's journal. She did the quiz too!
What are you wearing?
A raggedy gray t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms -- light blue with little stars all over them.
Did you dream last night?
Possibly, but I don't remember what I dreamed.
When did you last laugh?
Earlier tonight, on the phone with my mother. Apparently, we used to get food that had come from train wrecks. I did not know this. (We knew someone who was a rail inspector. When a train derailed or something, if the cargo couldn't be kept in good condition, he had to dispose of it. Thus, we ended up with food. I remember the huge bag of fig bar filling, and Mom says we got pizzas... we were really poor at the time. Plus, the idea of train-wreck food just cracks me up.)
What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Some photos my roommate took, a lamp I installed myself, and a lot of cobwebs.
Seen anything weird lately?
I live in Boston, of course I have. I just can't think of anything at the moment.
What do you think of this quiz?
It's fun.
What is the last movie you saw?
The Fisher King, which I hadn't seen in years and years. I liked it very much.
If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
Am I lame for saying I'd pay off all my debt? I'm so tired of being in debt.
Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I sleep with a stuffed elephant.
If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd get rid of the idiotic plans to amend my state's constitution to allow discrimination. (Along those lines, a dear friend and her partner are planning to get married in May. Yay!)
Do you like to dance?
Hell no. I'm not graceful, people.
George Bush.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Sarah, or Claire. Or maybe Katherine.
Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Jason. I've always liked that name.
Would you ever consider living abroad?
Sure, why not?
Quizzes make for easy entries for lazy people like me. All's well here -- I'm spending as much time with Jeff as I can until his new, sucky work schedule goes into effect and I'll only be able to see him on Wednesday. We almost got mugged on Friday in Chinatown. (Some random guy asked us for money. We said no, sorry, and he started following us -- apparently he was trying to get in between me and Jeff, and was thus right on my heels. It was very strange. He followed us for a few blocks, then drifted away when we happened upon a police car. Jeff was brave -- he kept the guy away from me, while I was really just confused. It was all happening behind me, so I didn't know exactly what was going on.) In other news, Cesar the guinea pig fell asleep on my boob last night. I've been taking him out of his cage and playing with him whenever I'm at Jeff's -- yes, he does get neglected for the peeg. Hey, I don't see the peeg as often! He's a very cuddly peeg, and very cute when he dozes off. All of my shirts are covered in guinea pig fur.
So, that's really all. Nothing terribly exciting, all's well, and now my brain has ceased to function for the night.