I'm only about 1/4 of the way through the Potter. Am enjoying so far.

vw, I'm glad you didn't hurt yourself.

Susan, get the lions or the flowers. Those shoes are all very cute, though.

Overheard in office next door:

She needs to be somewhere where she can have a salad. With chicken.

Cracked my shit up for some reason.

Hello. Nutty here. Crisis has been averted/fixed. Bookcase has been reassembled. Books have been artfully placed so that nobody will ever know they fell down. Except you smarties who can keep a secret.

Hec will be pleased to know that I said the same thing he did, that a falling bookcase while cleaning is proof that cleaning is an unnecessarey and/or useless endevor. It is a Sign.

I love being useful on a hot July evening.

lalala

having palakh paneer for dinner

lalala

t /happy camper

My mother once fell while cleaning out the cabinet over the refrigerator and broke her tailbone, adding evidence in support of my long-held conviction that housekeeping can kill you.

I have been painting my bedroom. A friend who is a far, far better painter than I came over to help. She's even coming back tomorrow for the second coat. I am very tired. Painting is evil and way more likely to kill you than housekeeping. This may explain why it's been something like 15 years since the bedroom has been painted.

I'm so glad you managed to go into work and stick it out, vw. I'm hoping that it gets a little easier each time.

My mother once fell while cleaning out the cabinet over the refrigerator and broke her tailbone, adding evidence in support of my long-held conviction that housekeeping can kill you.

Not saying anything about you taking after your mother.

Ginger, what color are you painting it?

t /color ho

I was a little scared by the recent announcement of deaths related to the Patch.

The what what? I was just reading about RU486 deaths today, though god forbid that would ever be relevant.

I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to being able to remember to take a pill every single day about the same time.

The only way my old roommate and I managed was to set the time at 11 pm. It meant that we used to freak out the guys we hung out with a lot by going "oh my god, 11" and pulling them out at the bar, but it worked better than am times ever did. Plus it helped that there were two of us. I couldn't do it on my own.

3. Gave blood after work. I donate really fast (5 minutes is the longest it's ever taken).

Heh. Takes me like 20 minutes, minimum, when they even let my low BP and low iron ass into the chair.

A friend of mine burned down her apartment from over zealous cleaning. I learned a valuable lesson, and I hope you do to.

That I'ma have to remember.