I woke up this morning to oodles of fanmail from the sample essay I put on my book site. That was pretty nice, i tell ya.
And then I checked my referrer logs and found an LJ where one person says I made it all up and another says I'm such a sad and lonely individual.
And I laughed right out loud. Been a good morning.
I thought it was you, Gud. I was tryihng to figure out what warniong light was going out, but I just found out. Exterior bulb is out. No 'splody.
Is it normal for the spot where I got my flu shot injected yesterday to still be sore today?
If you are like me and tense up for a shot, then yes.
That's not unusual, Perkins.
And then I checked my referrer logs and found an LJ where one person says I made it all up and another says I'm such a sad and lonely individual.
I am now waiting impatiently for Allyson impersonators and accusations of Allyson sockpuppets. Whee!
Oh! There'll be an Allyson at Chud! Kewl!
Happy Birthday to Burrell and Calli!
And, lest there be any semblance of a segue, I think Jensen Ackles is using a booster seat on Supernatural.
And then I checked my referrer logs and found an LJ where one person says I made it all up and another says I'm such a sad and lonely individual.
I am now waiting impatiently for Allyson impersonators and accusations of Allyson sockpuppets. Whee!
I don't care what anybody says; I think "Allyson" is a good writer. Or, um, "writer."
What the hell is Chud? I see this from time to time and I have no clue.
Went out to lunch. Food coma. Inability to deal with the internets. Need nap.
I'm jealous, sarameg. I need a nap, but I haven't the benefit of a food coma. I guess I should probably scare up some lunch. Indian or an egg salad sammich?