mark off work today. warning: had some of these.i'm using toby's mac at the minute, which although is very pretty, has limited use to me, as i'm not in a learning state of mind, and have no idea how this beast works. today panned out like this. (looks at camera to reference.)
kramer sat around. this morning, pete and ruth recruited a few of us to fold, punch, and tie ribbon in 180 order of service books. riveting as the task was, we had a lot of fun, and lunch was bought for us, excellent work mr. & mrs. hardy.
bethany showed up fresh from the stylist with straightened hair (don't tell her, but i think she looks a little evil). shortly after this, mark arrived back from his morning chores with best man james (who has never had a suit that fits him properly), and we set in motion our plan to hit the slopes once more.
we were thwarted, however, by toby and steve, who conspired to block the lavatory and fill the apartment with watery urine.
after a swift yet well executed clean up operation by mark, jimmy, matt and i, we head out to abuse what little was left of our bodies by throwing them down ice covered hills.
this task complete, we dined on mince and slices of quince (not true, matt cooked up a beautiful stirfry though, again james was on clean up, this time toby and i did nothing...spotting a trend, anyone?) and collapsed in front of the magic that is spaced.
mark's out, at the airport meeting his sister, her fiancé, and about a billion other people...tomorrow, we're gonna head to the falls, then put a cunning plan into action. don't tell anyone.
that's all really. no deep thoughts today, i'm censoring myself for the greater good. i'm bruised, and think i have whiplash. good night seattle.
edit: apologies this is late, i gave up fighting with the mac and went to bed.
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