Oh, and I'd forgotten about their marvellous teleport effects. How could I have forgotten?

Read this as marvellous tampon effects. Must to have more coffee.

Oh, and am earwormed with Chattanooga Choo Choo. billytea and Sophia shall pay. Oh yes, they shall pay.

I went to bed with Chattanooga Choo Choo, which beat all hell out of the Hatch Song from Lost, let me tell you.

harvey woke me up at 6:30. he feels that it is mealtime. i feel that he can call the animal cops for all the good it will do him. i bloody ain't feeding him this early, not for nothing.

Apparently I want angel hair pasta served with the soup I made the other day as a sauce. For breakfast.

ETA: Cereal, soup, whatever.

Is it really only 8:30pm? I want it to be bedtime already!

Heh. Er, that is my favorite bedtime!

Meat/spoilage/kill ya thoughts: (whitefonted in deference to vegans and vegetarians who made choice to avoid theses facts for a reason) meat Back In The Day wasn't processed to the extent it is now, what with the antibiotics and potential cannibalism of meat farms, on the scale it is today. Though, you know, commercial animal slaughter was never really a genteel art, as The Jungle was written in 1906.

But, really, we seem to be dealing with a lot of stuff that goes beyond the basics of raise an animal for food, kill and animal for food, sell an animal for food, these days.

I expect that vw’s coworker is genuinely confused, but I’ll mention that these days Psychology is a popular major for students planning on med-school, particularly for women students and those planning to become psychiatrists. There are still prerequisites to take in other departments, but that is also true if you major in Biology or Chemistry. Psychology in a research university is all about brains and genes and cognitive functioning, so it’s a better match to med school than it was thirty years ago.

This I know. Actually, I hope to get my PhD from a medical school. It will still be in psychology, but from the medical school side, which should make it very interesting. Anyways, there were other signs of confusion too, like she wanted to go on to be a school psychiatrist, which what we’re pretty sure she meant was school psychologist, ‘cause she wanted to work with kids with learning disabilities. I don’t want to talk smack about her. She’s very sweet, and I think was just genuinely confused. And, quite frankly, is probably more confused now, poor thing.

It’s my day off. Yay! LOVE days off! Of course, I have a million things to do today, so it’s not like it’s going to be restful or anything.

drive-by to wave and sprinkle glitter around for whoever needs it.

Guest is on plane for Chiang Mai and I'm exhausted but heading out to some cocktail event or other. Baby is happily sliming babysitter's face.

Adelaide is further west than Melbourne, they're essentially both on the south coast. About a 10-hour drive, were one to be driving.

I have friends in Adelaide. Essentially, a bunch of guys from my online rpg guild. So, y'know, more invisible internet friends.

Baby is happily sliming babysitter's face.

Awwwwww...