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....

I am Big Tittied. Where is my Politburo? I think I deserve a Politburo.

Can you imagine how much it sucked to live in the Soviet Union from the 30s through the 50s?

The best part is, you spend 15 years starving and/or being oppressed like crazy, and then you have to turn around and spend 5 years going, "Wait, okay, we don't want to be Soviets, but we don't want to be/be massacred by Nazis either." Like, does Fate have to choke a bitch??

It is Monday morning, in all of its Mondayness. I can faithfully report that Blueberry Iced Coffee from Dunkies is very blueberry, but in that "I melted a popsicle in your iced coffee" way, and not in a real-blueberry-taste way.

In frozen coffee drinks news, I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream. And will ask for some of Daddy's ice cream approximately 27 times in the time it takes Daddy to drink a Frappuccino.

Clearly, daddy should have had ice cream instead, thereby removing the confusion.