do you speak French?

Nope. Some of the footnotes were left in French (because, hey, if the person who writes the article can understand them, we should be worthy enough only if we can, too), and I had my mom (whose mother tongue is French) translate them for me. I understood most of the words (thanks to similarity to English), but not the actual connections between them, which in the end create the meaning of the sentence. That's why I didn't want to use babelfish and asked for a human help instead.

The only thing I am sure I understand from this article is the insults the man who wrote it spills on the heads of other people. Let me quote:

The confusion is so complete that sentences contradict each other making the book extremely difficult to read.

She, obsessed by..., does not even read what she writes.

And that's just as far as I got.

[Edit: this article is poison! It kills even Natter!]

Have we seen the Somerville Gates: [link]

(Fully admitting to skipping and skimming)

I really shouldn't have gone by the Levenger's store on my way back from lunch. I really shouldn't have sat in this chair: [link] because it is probably the most comfortable I've been in forever. Yet it is fantastically expensive by my own cheap standards. Le Sigh.

The gates are hysterical!

I shouldn't have clicked on teh chair link. I knew better. I saw the word "Levenger", but did I flee?

Timelies,

So I think I'm dealing with the company record for Spyware right now. Ad-Aware found 18435 objects. The first time it tried to clear them off the PC locked up. I have re-scanned and set it to delete rather than quarantine. I'm going to go back down and check on it in a few. One of the nurses had given her firewall password to the entire department, so there's no way of knowing which of the night shift has been clicking on every pop-up ad and downloading every bit of "shareware" on the internet.

My vents are woofing again. The last couple nights I've dealt with it by turning off the furnace before going to bed. Which means I can fall asleep okay, but then I wake up about 2 hours too soon because my house is freezing.

Oh man, I always have to eat something in the morning before I leave the house. If I'm going out for brunch, I have to eat breakfast first.

Jesse is me. I have to at least have a banana or piece of cheese or something.

I usually wake up hungry, or wake up because I am hungry, and must eat immediately. Not necessarily a lot, but something.

This is also me. Barring alarm clocks or unheated rooms, my stomach rumbling is what usually wakes me up.

Ugh, tommyrot. I've had something like that before though thankfully it only lasted two days for me, but it laid a friend of mine up for a week. Have you seen your doctor? (Fully realizing in the same situation I probably wouldn't, except I can't call in sick to work more than two days in a week without seeing a doctor.)

Oh, I missed that tommyrot is (still) sick. Get better!

Have you seen your doctor?

Nope. But if I feel the same tomorrow I think I will.

I can't call in sick to work more than two days in a week without seeing a doctor.

I had a job like that once. I don't think I was ever sick for more than two days at that job.

I have breakfast (home) and second breakfast (work) and try to be at lunch by 11:30, so elevenses aren't strictly needed.

When do you eat after that, ita? I think it's kind of odd that I generally go no more than three hours between breakfast and lunch, but then 6 or more between lunch and dinner.

When it comes to breakfast, I am like Jesse and ita, not you breakfast skipping freaks. Especially these days. I woke up and ate a bowl of cereal at 2 am, then went back to sleep, and I still woke up at 7:30 too hungry to stay in bed and sleep.

Frances is napping. I'm now eating a quesedilla and guacamole for lunch, then I need to get down to grading while Franny's still asleep.