I don't think I know what I want to say!
Nora, is there someone around w/ whom you can babble about the paper? I mean, instead of trying to write, just talk it out and let them take some notes on your stream of consciousness?
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I don't think I know what I want to say!
Nora, is there someone around w/ whom you can babble about the paper? I mean, instead of trying to write, just talk it out and let them take some notes on your stream of consciousness?
I'm sending down some pink iced animal crackers. Desperate times call for desperate measures.I would maim for animal cookies right now. Or chocolate. Or a time machine to go a little bit into the future so I can have wine.
Oh! I have dark chocolate with cocoa nibs. And wine. Five too early for a drink? Cause I can wait 45 minutes. It'll give me time to rummage for the Midol.
Hmph. Jess, they should be cluesticked by the fuck-up fairy.
Stephanie, glad it was nothing. Sometimes, their little butts and guts just get twitchy.
Why oh why is it that a baby who can defeat zombies cannot seem to take a nap? Is she just too excited at the thought of her victory? Is it zombie shellshock? More teeth bursting forth? Fear of missing a minute of action?
Sigh.
I am bouncing her and singing to her, but it's not really helping, and she's soooo cranky from lack of nap.
On the plus side, I think she made her first sign today.
She's the slayer. She doesn't need sleep like normal babies.
(What sign?)
My parents used to put me to sleep by going for a drive. The vibrations + noise of the engine were apparently very soothing to me.
Or there may be an imminent zombie attack she's just not verbal enough to tell you about yet.
I have a new tenant named "Pyria".
Pardon me as I fall apart laughing.
I think she made her first sign today.
w00t!
Why oh why is it that a baby who can defeat zombies cannot seem to take a nap?
Poor thing! Probably thinks she needs to stay up and protect you. Little does she know that without a nap, she is in danger of becoming something of a zombie herself (against which you need some protection).
Five too early for a drink?
I say the sun is always over the yardarm somewhere.
Nora, what I use to get through those hellish conclusions is to begin a sentence "Thus it can be seen that ...." That somehow gets me into the summary mode, even if I later write out the pretentious phrase. It is possible that this is only helpful to me.
I hope the surgery is uneventful and successful, Jilli. I've been under general anesthesia twice in the last few years and I had zero trouble with the anesthesia part. I did discover that it helps to tell the anesthesiologist every odd reaction to drugs you've ever had. Also, after my last surgery, which was pretty long, I would have tortured a puppy for a bottle of water on the way home. My mouth has never been so dry.
My parents used to put me to sleep by going for a drive. The vibrations + noise of the engine were apparently very soothing to me.
That worked on my firstborn, too. Put 'er in the baby bucket, drive around the block, and she was out.
Then you had the fun task of getting the baby bucket back into the house without waking her.
Sympathies, Plei. I think all of us have been there.
Yeah, car thing worked with/for me too. Getting the seats out with the boogers still asleep is the biggest trick.
I say the sun is always over the yardarm somewhere.And dark. I say it's time for a glass of wine.