The second place I use it is, very lightly, at the inner corner of my eye, which makes my eyes look bigger and more alert.

Yes, that is EXACTLY what everyone needs white highlighter shimmer for. Some days, that trick is the only reason I look awake.

Is gmail being annoying for anyone else? It won't let me send anything.

I just sent you mail, so it isn't being weird for me. Though a few days ago it was being really really annoying.

I got your mail, but now it won't let me reply to it. Sigh.

Tep, did you send me mail? Or, rather, did you get mail from me, or did my work servers eat it, as is their occasional wont?

Tep, did you send me mail? Or, rather, did you get mail from me, or did my work servers eat it, as is their occasional wont?

I got your e-mail, and I've been dragging my feet in replying, because I am a lazy git. Will reply imminently.

No, no, don't rush. I'm just always paranoid that my outgoing stuff has disappeared. Because it sometimes in fact has. Though not this time, huzzah.

Perhaps this has already been linked in the LotR or Fanfic threads, but I don't care -- the Colbert Nation now has Stephen Colbert LotR fic:

"Minion of evil!" shouted Stephen. "You have heard of Gandalf the Gray, and Saruman the White, though you may fear them not! Now, tremble in your ethereal shoes, for I am Colbert the Pinstriped! Look upon me and despair!" The Ringwraith-who-was-not-yet-Nazgul shrank back from Stephen's gimlet gaze.

So, there I was, attempting to work on my homework like a good doobie, even trying the part of my math homework where it says, "Write a paragraph," which I, hypocritically, hate to do, and suddenly -- flash of rage! And now I must take a break.

(Mostly just because he asked us to make sure to write about the role the graph of complex numbers plays in multiplying them, particularly in polar form, and I don't know what the fuck he's talking about, because graph form! How the fuck does that help calculate the product? So, rage. Which makes me think maybe I'm a little tired.)

I'm kinda impressed. Last week I filled out the FEMA application on line. Thursday a fella called and said he would come by at 11:30 Friday. He arrived exactly at the appointed time. Today $226.80 was deposted into my account for chain saw reimbursement. I don't know if anything will happen with the roof and van damage.

This was the first time in my 51 years I have never requested assistance. This time I decided to give it a shot. Huh. It wasn't even unpleasant. The FEMA dude was personable. DH was joking around with him. Again with the Huh.

ION, I'm watching Much Ado About Nothing and have driven everyone out of the living room. What a cool discovery. Who knew all I had to do was turn on Shakespeare to have some peace?

A friend of mine with really delicate skin (her cat licked her forehead once and it tore up her skin), but really annoying acne swears by pro-activ.

Me, I'm ok most of the month. And then I'm not. And yet, everytime, I'm surprised. I figure it is my lot, since the genetic choices were either no acne ever or lifelong. At least I avoided the ooky painful backne. It annoys me on my face, but given the choice, I can REACH and put gunk on it. I guess my mom (ew) popping my dad's backne and generally applying skin care products to it could be a sign of closeness, but still. Bad enough we had to take turns massaging his nasty feet when he had heel spurs. It helped, but just...ew. We drew straws. My poor dad probably felt unloved. But...runner's feet, people.

2) Set make desire for Smashbox box. (Although I really can't afford that kind of prezzie for myself.)

Christmas is coming. Or Hannukah. Or generalized giftgiving season.

I've been really boring with my lipstuff. Turns out L'oreal's endless liquid in wine without end is basically my lipcolor, just shinier and more even. But since it stays put, I'll mix other stuff in to darken it or make it redder or whatever.