No crap. The bed is full of warm, fragrant lady, a lady that can only be described as "inviting", and I am juking around here.

My brain is bent.

One-thirty on Monday morning on the US West Coast. Even the board Australians are are doing other stuff.

That's it. I am cursing you all with a Monday, because I am vindictive like that.

Board time: 1:46AM

Gus time: 3:46 AM

Gus' employer time: 7:46 PM

Time sucks.

The fact that I am an insomniac that has been posting all night on a number of boards does not in any way diminish the fact that I have a conference call in about fifteen minutes in a language I learned imperfectly in my fifties.

I am so thoroughly fucked that there may be a prize for it.

t refuses to think about Ammuricans who have no idea about what an 8PM teleconference might mean.

3:30 am board time. No Gus for an hour. Hopefully that means the insomnia demons have been vanquished.

Edit: Clearly I am out of practice with simple addition and subtraction. Tis 2:30 am board time, no Gus for 15 minutes.

I'm futless. It's about 100 degrees here, so going outside seems like a bad idea, especially with the baby who will overheat. But the weeding needs to be done, and the grocery shopping needs to be done, and both of those involve being outside for a couple hours.

I could paint, or write, or something, but I can't feel even the slightest twinge of a creative spark.

I could re-read HP5, but I've tried to and it still sucks.

Bejeweled it is.

No one else aeems to have have been thinking about what to say in US/International situations.

I wish I had a better rule, but here it goes: Big Tittied ladies have control..

Bring a Big Tittied lady.

Big Titled Ladies would be a good band name....

Should I be worried that Nair seems to have peeled a layer of dead skin off my legs, or is that normal now? It's been a while since I used Nair and I can't remember it ever happening in the distant, dim past....