Dana, that helpless to do anything but worry feeling sucks. I hope everyone is okay and doesn't lose anything.

I need to lie down.

I did this. For longer than I should have, even.

Mmmm. Beer. I think there's some iced tea in the fridge, but I think that's it.

It's really stupid, because there literally is nothing I can do, and my family is going to be fine. But god, this sucks.

I should make lemonade...

There are way too many incidents of hurricane-inspired worry this season. Even though I sigh with relief every time it's not hitting Jamaica -- well, it's selfish relief. And not very good selfish relief, since I have relatives in most parts of Florida and in New Orleans too.

Dana (and -t) I hope Katrina collapses into a mild but annoying rainstorm, minimal flooding and all that.

Today, I ....played with other people's cats and did laundry at their house. And watched a lot of TLC. I think it was anyway. May have been something else. I know not the ways of cable. I've got to sit around for another 40 minutes and then I can go grocery and Target shopping.

Oh, and I ate cheese. And fruit cocktail. Cause that's all I've really got. Hence the need to grocery shop.

The only problem today is that Piazza's on the DL.

Mikey is married to a woman but has sex with men on the side?

Oh Dana, that's just the awfulest feeling.

ita, I had a pattie on coco bread yesterday. They had a "with cheese" option so I went for it. Muy tasty. Someone behind me ordered a drink called an "Irish Moss" --this was new to me.

there literally is nothing I can do

That just makes it worse. It does suck, even knowing they will be fine.

Well, Mikey is now married to a woman; I don't know what he does with his free time. I think it's probably a little less comfortable to have sex (with male or female) when you have broken bones in your hand.

And looking at that paragraph, I realize that it makes me look like I do not know how sex works, but I am pretty sure that doing anything with broken bones in your hand is uncomfortable.

I'm gonna go for a lot less comfortable on that one. Unless you're having sex done to you, by someone very nice.

I've got this muscle in my jaw leading towards my ear that keeps spasming every time I take a drink. It's really strange and very annoying.

Want a way to freak yourself out? At some point earlier in the week, I removed a dead lightbulb from my bedside lamp, and then got distracted by something else. And then I forgot about it. So when I went to turn it on this evening, and discovered it gone, I first thought the bulb exploded. But no base inside. I had a good five minutes wondering what sort of nefarious person would plot to removed my bedroom lightbulb.

Oh yeah. Me. Old bulb is in the bathroom trash.

I know I do this. Especially with mundane little stuff like changing lightbulbs. This is one reason I've always been the sort of person that must finish a project, large or small, in one fell swoop, else it gets all weird. I guess this means I'm kinda flaky. But usually organization saves me from myself.