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Shot through the heart...

My weekend (which pretty much started at noon on Thursday) in bullets:

Thursday

• tried once again to mow my lawn. Neighbor came over when he saw me messing with my lawn mower again. He suggested plugging it into the outlet directly instead of via extension cord AND dug up this metal thing that was in my yard for me. My neighbors rock! I need to make them cookies again.


• did preliminary pet supply shopping, and bought paint for guestrooms.


• painted accent wall in main guestroom.

Friday

• claimed my fanmix fic for bandombigbang \o/


• mowed lawn again. Got 1/3 of lawn mowed before battery died. There is definitely something wrong, which is going to require me to Do Something. *sigh*


• got a facial. From a SPA, you pervs.


• did actual pet shopping. Got mega-cute cat carrier. Note to self: must carry cat with me everywhere now, a la Paris Hilton and her rat dogs.


• painted rest of guestroom. It looks awesome! One down, one to go!


• stayed up way too late fretting that the cat I wanted to adopt would be gone before I got there.

Caturday Saturday

• shelter opens at noon. I arrive at 11:45. Parking lot full. Luckily, everyone else is there for dogs.


• adopted Cinnamon, who was at this point named Brandy. Name changed due to a) I'd already picked one out, and b) could not think Brandy without getting "Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be..." stuck in my head.


• take cat home.


• Chinese food!


• nap. I was worn out from the previous night's freak out.


• play with cat.


• go to party, mostly uneventful.


• read bandombigbang story

Sunday

• Got up to feed cat; accidentally set off burglar alarm AGAIN. Clearly I should not open doors/windows in an uncaffeinated state.


• Went back to bed.


• Played with cat.


• Laughed at cat, who is clearly freaked out by having a whole house to wander in.


• Took pictures of cat.


• Went grocery shopping.


• Moved everything out of second guestroom to prepare for painting.


• Worked on fanmix for BBB.

The Internet, I"M doing it wrong!

So I keep seeing all these bandom-related "hi if you're a lurker, please say hi now" posts, which is awesome, but has brought me to a dilemma:

Am I a lurker????

I have people on my flist that I friended because I like their fic, and I comment on most of the stuff they write, and occasionally on their personal posts, but I don't really KNOW them. Does that make me a lurker? Should I say hi? I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!

Hee. Internets are confusing.