ita's night was more interesting than mine. Mine involved hitting Ross, Babysaurus, and Old Navy. (And I only hit Babysaurus because it had a bathroom and was located between Ross and Old Navy.)
I fear Old Navy, but needs must and all that. Found shirts that will work for nursing that didn't totally break the bank.
Ross was just depressing.
I am shirted now. One of Dad's old science equation shirts from the 70s, too faded for me to tell what it is.
For some reason, it seemed appropriate wear for watching the end of S3 Farscape.
I had such a good night that I decided to tell the world about it through the medium of Livejournal. At four in the morning. Drunk. It's a tale of warning.
Happy Birthday, Sean!!!
Morning, Jars. Drunk can be good.
Happy Birthday, Sean!!!
Jars, what's your LJ name?
Birthday Happies, Sean!!!!!
Between this and this I'm kind of starting to love on John Conyers.
Happy birthday, Sean!
Hippo Birdies, Sean!
The day is starting off sunny and warm here today. Yesterday, when the sun came out briefly after more than a week of gloom and/or intense storm, I thought people were going to fall to their knees and give praise.