"no time for any one thing; so much of everything"

[thanate]

So we're spending our off-moments at work knapping (as in flint, though working with glass and quartz pebbles to break it with) which I think is Alvin's fault-- he's feeling all upset that all we have is "hysterics" and not even good ones at that. Silly prehistorian... But in any case, the place we're working is rich in the raw materials (despite all the roads being lined with signs that say "no dumping"... and then there was the one I came upon in the middle of the woods, buried in a thicket of spice bushes...) and so we've been scavenging bottles to break the bottoms off. The flattest ones work best, as the curve in standard beer bottles and the like messes with flaking. Everyone else is trying to make projectile points. I have decided that points are boring. I am going to make hearts and crescent moons and starfish. Which may be a lot to ask, as interior curves have a tendacy to shatter...

And now I am at what is supposed to be a dinner party. Only scraun23 talked to a whole bunch of people yestereday who said they'd be here, and two of us have so far showed up, an hour and a half past the supposed dinner time. Of course, the chicken isn't done yet, either... Perhaps I should go back to talking to people instead of typing.