I'm sort of out of ideas on where to put the litterbox. Otherwise the house prep is proceeding apace.
I did think this exchange was funny: Me: How old is she? My friend (age 40): 24. And a half.
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I'm sort of out of ideas on where to put the litterbox. Otherwise the house prep is proceeding apace.
I did think this exchange was funny: Me: How old is she? My friend (age 40): 24. And a half.
24. And a half.Protesting a bit much?
Randomly, "bogart" (I suspect as a direct result of listening to the audio HP books that are my commute amusement) has replaced both "bother" and, more convienently depending on the company I am around, "bugger" in my vocabulary. It's a slightly amusing, if capricious, word trend. And I suppose anything that keeps me from blurting out bugger at work is good. Eventually someone is bound to realize what I am saying.
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So, John Crichton is my TeeVee boyfriend. In fact, I think he may well be my TeeVee husband.
While I have many TeeVee girlfriends (Lindsay Bluth Fünke, come to mama, but don't step on Summer, and while you're at it, help Scully and Faith out with their clothing, for they have too much of it. Oh, and careful around Aeryn. She's a bit touchy.), I seem to have allowed all other TeeVee boyfriends to fall off the radar.
I'm not even sure if I miss them.
Raq, the and a half makes ALL the difference.
Gronk. I am awake. Teacup Guy just woke me up with a sneeze so loud it could have possibly woken the entire building. That in itself is no big deal because normally I would just fall back to sleep, but when I woke up I did so with a pounding headache that will not quit.
Who's John Crichton?
He's cute. What show is he from?
Those are Farscape era, but he's on SG:1 now. Plei was just talking about him.
I'm not really here. I just checked in on my way back to bed and saw your question. I still had those shots up from where I'd mailed them to somebody and could get my fingers on 'em quick. Can't you sleep?
I had ma to spread around--Cass with her back, and the insurance and the stuff, and the glayvin.
Raquel and her unexpected houseguest and the panic clean-and-grocery-stock. Other folks. But it's late, and I forget.
Can't you sleep?
Not until this headache subsides a bit.
Poor sj. Can you take something? Have you?
I woke up with one yesterday, and the only thing that made it go away, after hot compresses, massage, and aspirin, was a nap.
I hope you get back to sleep soon. I'm going to go try again, too. G'night.
Poor sj. Can you take something? Have you?
Thanks. Yes and yes. I am going to give it a few more minutes and then try to snuggle back into bed.