Jesee = Eeevil

They want to tear it down, and build a Whole Foods with 80 luxury condos on top and surrounding it, thus killing the local Nature Mart and the entire character of my neighborhood.

Oh dear.

I tried to make an Underpants Gnomes analogy to my therapist today, and I had to explain what they were.

You know, it is an extremely useful concept. On two fronts: the whole (1) random action (2) ??? (3) profit! is an important concept to be able to express; and also, underpants gnomes as a general term for "the magical people who do things when you are not looking" are quite useful.

I once accused Flatmate of believing that the underpants gnomes would unpack her boxes of books for her. Okay, not to her face.

I am sad about never seeing the Vartan KC.

Speaking of on Alias it's fun to see Amy Acker as an assassin. I think that she is Rachel's Ana Espinoza.

And suddenly my keyboard is taking issue with the letter h.

I was trying to grade when suddenly my daughter appeared in the hallway, dragging her blankets with her. Sleepwalking again. Dear God am I in love with that sight.

Just remember, Burrell, if she starts talking in her sleep, she really doesn't mean it. If, by some random chance, she should say something like, "I want my mother. NO! My REAL mother!!" Because I've heard there are kids who say things like that in their sleep. Sometimes.

CSI: OMGWTFMustache. Damn, that is just a world of ewwwww.

I am sad again, because I pushed up on my limits, and the limits won, handily. That's not supposed to happen -- I'm wearing street clothes, dammit, and I didn't break a sweat, and even with the laughing, no real rising heart rate. Life can be stupid sometimes.

I'm not sure why some names are words and some aren't.

So far, there's been no talking, just a wee girl bent on being held in either my arms or her father's.

I'm sorry, ita. Would chocolate help?

Chocolate would help. I should have food, but that means the stupid pills first.

Today was just too much, with the neuro and the work and the PT and then watching the instructor training. Watching the training was really cool, because it lets a different part of me process the techniques, plus the instructor in charge would come over and have me critique the students, which is learning in and of itself. And I got to help teach my peers, but gently.

I thought I was doing so well, but I crashed so suddenly I had to go to my car to lie down before I could drive home, and I can feel the three grapes I had trying to come back up, the cheeky bastards.

And, finally, the migraine I thought I'd avoided today...is here.

I'm just so fucking tired. I wish I could sleep nights.

Your wee girl sounds absolutely adorable.