I made myself a salad with dinner, with lettuce and everything.
I even ate it, too.
Zoe: My man would never fall for that. Wash: Most of my head wishes I had.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lee - Nov 14, 2005 6:13:35 pm PST #4127 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
§ ita § - Nov 14, 2005 6:18:06 pm PST #4128 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
your body needs time to heal itself
My body would be better served by letting me sleep.
I had dinner. Some tuna rolls. Luckily the anti-nausea meds work after the meal as well as before. The good thing is, though, I'm getting a little hungry at mealtimes. That's definitely new.
Jesse - Nov 14, 2005 6:21:30 pm PST #4129 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
My body would be better served by letting me sleep.
Says you.
My poor friend who has pancreatitis or gallstones or who knows what was apparently able to eat a piece of toast today, after like a week, so she went to class tonight. Dude! One piece of toast?!?!? That is not well enough to go to class!!
§ ita § - Nov 14, 2005 6:29:34 pm PST #4130 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I've had long hours to think up a healing effect of insomnia, but I'm coming up dry.
That is not well enough to go to class!!
Her alternative was probably insanity. It's well enough.
Allyson - Nov 14, 2005 6:29:49 pm PST #4131 of 10006
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
How do I get 10 pounds of mashed potatoes on the boat to Catalina? We're only allowed two carry-ons. Can mashed potatoes be considered a carry-on?
Jesse - Nov 14, 2005 6:31:01 pm PST #4132 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I've had long hours to think up a healing effect of insomnia, but I'm coming up dry.
More opportunity to feel well enough to eat?
Yeah, I got nothing.
brenda m - Nov 14, 2005 6:35:03 pm PST #4133 of 10006
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
How do I get 10 pounds of mashed potatoes on the boat to Catalina? We're only allowed two carry-ons. Can mashed potatoes be considered a carry-on?
We carried them on the metro once, in Montreal. In the sauce pan, because we didn't have any tupperware. With mittens, because we were late and didn't have time for the pan to cool enough. Good times.
beth b - Nov 14, 2005 6:42:43 pm PST #4134 of 10006
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
from a link off the site Matt linked to . toys. for married couples of course.
how can you resist something called the ToungeJoy Turbo Pack? Not really work safe - but there are no offensive pictures
Jesse - Nov 14, 2005 6:46:59 pm PST #4135 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Fuck. I just remembered I forgot to go to the grocery store, so I have literally nothing for breakfast tomorrow, unless I want to have carrots. Or tuna. Possibly ramen. All of which are NOT breakfast!
Also, I had two glasses of wine at lunch, and then coffee, in the hopes that they would cancel out, but now I'm thinking not so much, as I was jittery all afternoon and now seem to still be awake.
Also also, they just called my U. by the old (minorly different) name on Colbert, but Kerrey didn't correct it. I thought the New Bullshit Branding was all him!
Matt the Bruins fan - Nov 14, 2005 6:58:24 pm PST #4136 of 10006
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Ok, Matt officially had a better day at work than I did.
It helps that I had the day off, hence the noontime not-so-quickie. Not sure if I'd have opted for it if I knew in advance my shoulder would be making grinding pops when I rotate it—I need that arm!
Oh, God, Matt, are you telling these people who they're dealing with?
It amuses me greatly that I had to resort to a Christian Intimacy Boutique to find the incredibly tacky lamp that would fit my 19th century Parisian courtesan's boudiour-theme bedroom—wherein I shall hopefully have much more of The Gay Sex once I recover from the latest bout. (I actually found the lamp in a Ginny's catalog, which has since stopped carrying it, and had to search the web for current distributors.)