ravencallscrows | The best laid plans of mice and men.

Planned to go to coffee tonight.

Seven o'clock finds me working at rearranging part of the bedroom. No problem. I'll finish this and get ready. Oh, wait. Should eat first.

Seven-thirty: moving other things around so that it'll be possible to clear off the bed enought to sleep on it tonight.

Eight o'clock: Ok, just this one bit left to move, then i can make dinner.

Eight-thirty: Hmmm. Breakfast sounds good for dinner. Baked chunks of new potatoes seasoned in rosemary, scrambled eggs, yeah, that's a good idea.

Eight-fourty-five: Potatoes are almost done baking. Time to start the eggs. Hmmm. Doesn't look like coffee is going to happen tonight.

Nine o'clock: Yum. Breakfast. Good thing my cholesterol levels are low. I can put a big dent in a dozen eggs. Maybe i can make the Mercury after i get done eating.

Nine-thirty: Hmmm. Would need to get dressed. Probably should shower first too. No, wait, that'd make it too late to get to the club before cover.

Nine-forty-five: Guess i'm not going to make it out tonight. Might as well chronicle this and hopefully make someone laugh in the process.