Hey, at least I can say this:

Section 118: 546 words. Done. (With credit to teinedreugan and oneironaut, without whom I wouldn't ahve been able to talk at people in a useful way to get it to actually, uh, write.)

Uh, anything else? I get wicked frustrated by people who go on about the ancient Egyptians being death-obsessed, and I thump them with Herodotus.

Ummmmmmm.

No, I think that's about it. I'm boring today.

Addendum: In lieu of being interesting, I wave at xiphias's entry on how the more things change, the more they stay the same. Remember: the ancients had beer goggles too.

Most mighty huntage indeed.

I wanted bread. Bread bread bread, to wrap around some sharp cheddar. So we went to the grocery store.

There was no bread.

This was because it was about fifteen minutes from coming out of the oven and someone had bought up all the previous bread.

So we went on an amiable wander through the grocery store, peering at things and trying to remember what we needed and such. There were eight catnip plants for sale (out of ten plants available), but I didn't get one because I still haven't figured out a way of protecting it from the boys.

And there were ten-dollar DVDs.

Of The Secret of NIMH.

And, most glorious treasure, Much Ado About Nothing. Which, horror of horrors, teinedreugan has never seen.

We are correcting this.

Accompanied by hot, hot, fresh bread, wrapped around cheddar.