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[active_apathy]

Um, hello! Here's what my posts look like when I don't have much to post about - kinda rambling and trivial and stuff. There's not even a meme to save it just at the moment.

So, news. I baked cookies. This isn't a subtle ad for cookielist, it's just plain and simple fact. They're chocolate chocolate chip cookies, in itself odd since normal chocolate chip cookies were accidentally discovered by someone using little bits of real chocolate to try to make normal chocolate cookies. But they're chocolate, and they're tasty, and they're so maddeningly addictive I might as well just bake hash cookies.

My country, the wonderfully named Rogue Nation of New Nowhereland has turned itself into a left-leaning college state, which apparently means that the people run free without the economy collapsing. I'm not sure how the name works, since every student I've ever met is a collapsed economy. (Should you start playing, or go back after months of forgetting it ever existed, then feel free to move to Blue Sun. We even have an LJ comm.)

And I think that's about it for the moment. Oh, and, note to self: Stop chewing on brush pen. It's full of reasonably runny waterfast black ink. Well... presumably. I'm hoping not to find out just what's inside it.

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[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Rar! My homophones are broken. Grrr.

No-one wanted cookies until after I baked them, which is probably more to do with posting it on LJ. I do still wonder if this happens with other foodstuffs; the coffee mousse and tiramisu remain possible test subjects, but I know I couldn't be arsed with choux pastry either.

I blame the fact that it should be bedtime.

[theshadowlurker.livejournal.com]

It should not be bedtime here. It should be lunchtime. And I'm hungry and I want cooooooooookiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Here it is ten minutes to three, anno meridiem. That makes it close to bedtime, though I might sneak a cookie.

[theshadowlurker.livejournal.com]

Well here it is eleven minutes to one PM and I don't know what that means so you're going to have to deal with the abbreviation.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Ante meridiem, even. See? Sleepy. Off to bed. Goodnight. *random hug*

[theshadowlurker.livejournal.com]

Good night. *random hug back*

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

*is hugged* Hee!

And now I've found the right word, and before my tired brain kills another innocent expression, ante meridiem means 'before the middle of the day' - hence one minute past twelve midday is post meridiem, since it comes after the middle of the day.

And now, sleep. I mean it this time.