actually, it sounds even better than survival !

Excellent, sara.

Am home from a whirlwind trip to MA, which was fine. Now I have to go to bed, because I'm working FOUR DAYS this week! Crazy. AND doing stuff after work every night. Phew.

Poor hardworking baby!

(I only work 3 this week.)

Jesse, you're getting old.

I managed to say without any sense of self-consciousness when asked why I was leaving the party yesterday at 11pm, and someone who had to teach at 8am (I'm not on until 9:30) was staying, "He is either crazier or younger than I am. Maybe both."

Fuck it. I'm working this old thing for every ounce of sympathy I can get.

Cranberry oatmeal cookies in the oven. Bumped the cranberries up to 8oz, tossed in a bit of wheatgerm. Sugar's down to a cup, but I really should have made a note last time -- I think this is a 1/4 cup less. I hope so.

I'm less old than you, and I hate being out late. I didn't used to. Now? Hah. And really, NO going out on weeknights. Nu-uh.

It was really weird to realize that I haven't worked this many days in a row in a year. Except for school, but that doesn't count to me as "work."

Jesse, I'm really glad you went back to school. It is clear you are enjoying it immensely, and that's a lovely thing to see.

There were scenarios in which I'd have stayed out later, but really -- I was chilly, and I see these people all the time. It was a good party, and I'd been there for over three hours at that point. The street clothes novelty wasn't enough to keep me, plus if I woke up at ass o'clock in the morning, I could have buttermilk pancakes way ahead of having to teach.

I really like buttermilk pancakes.

Aw, thanks, sara.

Stop trying to justify, ita -- you're just old and cranky.

OK, off to the air conditioned bedroom for reals.

I really like buttermilk pancakes.

I've got a good recipe from that. My erstwhile neighbor used to work at Zazie and nabbed it for me before she left.