Actually, I chose to call my mother. That took an hour, so now I think I'll do something vaguely productive.

It's snowing! It's snowing a lot! Oh dear... vw offered to drive me to pick up my ILL books when she got home, but I think this isn't the best time to be driving in the city. Oh well.

my DH just tied a ribbon around the cat's belly. It slipped lower to become the dreaded ASSBOW. which is not flattering on a cat anymore than it is flattering on a bride. But it is damn funny.

The soccer player or the goddess?

The soccer player.

I'm awake, finally. Found out this morning that my high school football needs only one win to make the playoffs for the first time in 12 years. They've been really, really bad the last few years. "Why are you still fielding a football team" bad.

We turned the heat on last night. The humidity is way, way down. It was pretty temperate rain forest there for a while.

Today I'm going to Target to pick up my Flickr pictures.

Must... do... algebra...

You dork.

I know. Hopeless.

I know. Hopeless.

But pretty!

Pretty hopeless!

Gris, you may have convinced me I am a loser with a blackened husk for a heart. Good for you. Bad for me, but good for you. I had a guy think that way of me once, but there was more against us than for us, so I broke it off.He didn't really understand me anyway, but now I have the retroactive feeling that I napalmed a Christmas tree when I Killed our Love. He married someone else, didn't really keep in touch but I hear he's fine. Now I feel like if I had Believed we could have made it work against the odds and stuff...aw, well somewhere a courtroom sketch artist waits for me. Right?

Not unless your name is Coldwater Creek. Did you send it to my work addy?

I did, yes. Hopefully it will be waiting for you on Monday.

I'm alternating between warm fuzzies for Gris and sentiments somewhere between those of Jars and erika. It's so, well, adorable, to see the lyrical post of love. My knees go weak just reading about it, even though it's about someone else. The GF, regardless of her future nickname, (This has become StrawGirl to me. It seemed a better choice than WarblyGirl or KnifeGirl from the post above. I look forward to seeing what it actually becomes.) has not got a chance.

Erika, I know you are one smart chick, so I've got to think you did the right thing. If nothing else, it's right because it's part of what has brought you to where you are, which seems pretty good to me. Which reminds me that I never mentioned that I loved the interview!