%title Hmm.
%date 2004-06-28 20:40:38
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At ye oulde Sleepover of doom, currently, and now, at five fifty one in the morning, all but Androo and I are trying to sleep.  Kiran curled up on the lounge chair, Ryan wrapped in his cloak as an amorphous black blob on the couch with Nicku being an amorphous white blob nearby.  Jeff and Brian are sharing the bed, Jeff already asleep and Brian sleeping like Macleish did: on his back, arms crossed in a blatant refusal to even look like he might be relaxed enough to even to be remotely considered gay.

Hahaha, now they've found the fold-out bed and Kiran's playing good host as Ryan and Nick shift to it.. <i>while I type on ranna's blog
~Anteru</i>

Christ.. this is really difficult! ^^

Kiran looks really, really tired, and at six twenty two, no one has yet made it to sleep.  Nick was even forced to take a melatonin.

~~~

Yeesh.  Okie, now, two days later.  Kiran did eventually make it to sleep for about an hour and a half before we decided to get donuts and coffee at Safeway.  That done (a difficult experience, trust me), we headed back and futzed around before Ryan and Nick left.  With them gone, we goofed around a little more while Brian and Jeff slept.  I piled on Kiran and annoyed him some while Andrew dozed, maybe.  I might've dozed a little too, since Kiran makes a good pillow.  I think I made him uncomfortable with my proximity, but I always think that, and he always assures me I don't.  I'm not sure I believe him.

Anyhoo, in recent news, I rated all the Bebop music Andrew gave me; lotsa good stuff, some stuff I didn't like.  Need to give the Andrew the bumpersticker I got for Moondoggy.  

Today, I got emissions and registration done on ye oulde pathfinder, then went home for lunch with fatherfigure.  After he left, I collected some wild lettuce sap (for relaxation) and tried to figure out some other weeds in our backyard.  One is probably bindweed (wild morning glory, not of any interest to me currently) and the other I positively identified as horsemint.  I love the stuff, so I collected some new branches and some tops.  I put the tops in some wet paper towels in the hopes that horsemint grows from cuttings, and I dried the leaves of the branches.  It's not of much spiritual interest, but I love the smell and the taste (though I may be alone in that respect). I'm curious to explore some more aspects of it, but I'm feeling that it's a kind of blank herb.