I hope you get it done, but I'm glad you are not killing yourself. That's sort of my philosophy too - I'm trying hard to get ahead, but if it doesn't happen, I'll be okay.

I think I'm going to go get myself some ice cream and watch this week's Alias. Maybe if I put the computer down, I'll stop worrying. I know it's pointless - maybe the pretty people on Alias will distract me.

I'm trying hard to get ahead, but if it doesn't happen, I'll be okay.

Exactly.

This week's Alias was good, so enjoy!

I haven't seen this week's alias yet either.

I meant to say earlier, Stephanie, go you with the getting the studying done earlier in the day. I know that was frustrating you. Having to study is also a good way to get out of engagements you don't want to... err engage in. "Sorry, studying for the bar, can't come over and have you be rude to me and feed me cold food."

vw, insent.

I think I'm going to play a little. Today I have edited a bunch, taken dictation over the phone, dealt with pure, unadulterated evil and re-arranged my living room. I think I deserve a break.

Deena, you TOTALLY deserve some play time! In case I haven't mentioned it yet, Deena has been a huge help today, and that was on top of dealing with so many other things. Deena is pretty damned amazing.

Also, I got your e-mail. I'm gonna think on this one overnight, I think.

Hubby suggested going to a pizza buffet place last night for a cheap dinner. Three-quarters of the way there, he says, "Oh, the folks I work with will probably be there." I typically like more warning than that when I have to be sociable, especially when it's people I've barely met. I resign myself to an evening of inane awkwardness.

We pull up. I hear god-awful singing. We look in to see a guy with a microphone doing what I think is supposed to be sexy moves while the crowd claps. I stop, then turn to stare at Hubby.

Hubby: "As God is my witness, I didn't know there'd be karaoke."

A passion as of a thousand white-hot suns pales before my detestation of karaoke. I can sing, I can sing well. I hate listening to people who can't sing, especially when those people think they're good. Closing your eyes and raising your hand soulfully makes me want to fling heavy crockery at you. When you slide from one note to the next, please try to stay in the same octave. Please learn your vocal range and stay within it.

There were a couple of people with good voices there. Hubby's supervisor was not one of them. However, the guy believes he's one of the great undiscovered entertainers of the nation. It was the most painful evening I've ever spent outside of a hospital.

Thanks, Deena. Actually, I meant to say earlier how much everyone has encouraged me, both here and on LJ, the last two days. I was about ready to lose it on Thursday, but I'm feeling much more in control today.

And Deena, you deserve an award because your day sounds like it would have sucked the life right out of me. I hope things let up (at least a bit) soon.

Connie, the karaoke story cracks me up. I love bad karaoke when I'm in a small bar with mostly my friends. Hearing people I don't relaly like sing really badly is really painful. There's not enough alcohol to make it worth while.

Ohhhh, Connie.

One of my pastimes is tryng to think of popular songs with a tiny enough range that I won't embarrass myself. So far, I've got "I'm so lonesome I could cry". Thank God I never do karaoke, because who is insane enough to compete with Hank?

Jilli, give us the title of the novel. Now.

Hubby's supervisor sang Britney Spears. And "So long, Earl" (Good-bye, Earl?) with his girlfriend (the country song about the abused wife killing her husband). And "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" and changing the words.

Hubby admits he owes me.

Yeah, he really does, connie!

Oh my connie, he owes you big time.

I have no water. We had a water pipe (outside thankfully) bust and had to turn off the main. I showered in my neighbors outdoor shower since this happened after working on the lawn for a couple hours.

I also thought it was Sunday and put all my recycles and garbage out for Monday. Good grief. They're staying there.

In good news, my 3rd season Soap DVDs arrived today and the boys can't wait to watch them after loving 1&2.