Happy Birthday, Beverly! And Happy Anniversary, Lori and Kat!

Mr.H bought me a shuffle. He lives in a gold Sephora bag (the shuffle, not Mr H), and he needs a name. I love him very much (both the shuffle and Mr. H).

Happy anniversary to Kat and Lori, and may the day come soon when the rescinding of their wedding is rescinded and the whole damn country recognizes their marriage as just exactly that.

And happy birthday, Beverly!

And, once again, Susan is me. That entire post about the fear of death, the tiny-child battles against sleep, the doubts and fears and weird certainties and proofs that would convince no one else but convince and nourish her -- I'm sitting here being all Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, nodding and saying, "Me... me... me... It's eerie!"

Plus, I've been thinking about Puddleglum in The Silver Chair ever since Jen posted her question the other day.

Things I've accomplished today:

• Dishes
  *More dishes
  *Taking out the recycling
  *Taking Emmett's temperature approximately fifty times
  *Sweeping the kitchen and hallway floors
  *Degreasing the truly ghastly food-crusted stove
  *Mending a vintage dress
  *Fixing a hat
  *Getting started on making another hat

In a bit I'll call my friend to check in with her, because I keep thinking about her rattling around her now half-empty home on a rainy Saturday alone with her thoughts, and it makes me fretful for her. I am also contemplating taking a shower at some point, but it's already past 2:30. And later there is Duck Soup to look forward to, which is not only one of the funniest things in all of human history but (to bring it back around to something vaguely resembling the eschatology/where does it all end?/what is it all for? discussion) was the thing that jolted Woody Allen's character out of his existential-crisis tailspin in Hannah And Her Sisters.

Lastly, vw so rocks with the paper-writing.

Jen, have you gotten any fun mail?

I have not; I did, however, get a phone call from my old landlord saying that someone had sent me a package and that I should call her and come pick it up.

My powers of deductive reasoning are telling me that the package is from you. Now I'm all excited!

And, once again, Susan is me. That entire post about the fear of death, the tiny-child battles against sleep, the doubts and fears and weird certainties and proofs that would convince no one else but convince and nourish her -- I'm sitting here being all Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, nodding and saying, "Me... me... me... It's eerie!"

Wow, thanks! I'm always glad not to be the only one.

Things I've accomplished so far today:
-Got up
-Showered
-Emailed a client (not to be confused with The Client, the one I wanted to kill yesterday)
-Taken care of baby as needed
-Figured out where DH and I are going for dinner tonight

Things I need to accomplish in next three hours:
-Clean house to minimally acceptable standard for babysitter

Things I need to do by the end of the day tomorrow:
-Put together rough draft of grant application for The Client. Point out lack of information he was supposed to send me four days ago.
-Try to get 4 more pages or so done on The Novel.
-Laundry
-Groceries

My powers of deductive reasoning are telling me that the package is from you. Now I'm all excited!

Oh, shit! I'm sorry that it went to the wrong address. Well...hopefully you'll have it soon.

Things I have done today...

• Posted on b.org
  
• Showered
  
• Whined about my cold
  
• Ate soup
  
• Whined again about my cold
  
• Napped while watching a Red Sox DVD
  
• Whined more about my cold
  
• Had hot cocoa and an English Muffin w/Peanut Butter
  
• Whined yet again about my cold
  
• Only stacked cats, one time

Thanks for looking anyway, Em. the mere thought of it makes me chuckle.

So far I have:

-- gotten cigarettes
-- cleaned the bathroom
-- watched TV

Showering is on the agenda.

EDIT: After I shower, I think I'll take in the 7:10 show of Constantine. I haven't read the comics, so I have no deviation from the source angst. And all my girlfriends are in Chicago; I regretfully bowed out of the bacholerette party there, trying to be all fiscally responsible: I think spending $8 on a movie is a financially sound decision.

Done:

• showered
• posted on TWoP
• listened to a lot of Garbage
• made scrambled eggs
• read a paper on PIP2 regulation of HERG
• posted on b.org
• commented on LJ
• talked to my dad
• eaten leftover spaghetti with raspberry lemonade and X-Play
• opened Angel S5 DVDs
• read a paper on the molecular analysis of PIP2 regulation of HERG
• read Entertainment Weekly

To do:

• put on my contacts
• learn about membrane organization and the fluid-mosaic model?
• check movie times for Sideways tomorrow
• have wings at BW-3 with TWoPers
• win at trivia
• see Constantine
• learn about membrane organization and the fluid-mosaic model?

• I found out who my killer is. Well, not my killer...I figure I'll just keep going on about fandoms y'all don't care about and you can fight over it.
• posted here and my goomare-boards
• drove my brother away with my soul station