Right. Sir. Honey.

Zoe ,'The Train Job'


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.


Steph L. - Nov 01, 2005 6:40:43 am PST #490 of 10006
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

Is Lisiprin ever prescribed as a sleep aid? The intent is blood pressure regulation, but I didn't have a night of insomnia for the first year I was on the stuff. And for the first six months or so I would fall asleep within moments of sitting down on a couch and relaxing in the evening.

Matt, do you mean lisinopril? I doubt it would ever be prescribed as a sleep aid, only because it's a blood pressure med, and if it were prescribed to an insomniac with normal or low blood pressure, they'd have some serious blood pressure problems.

Probably the reason you slept so well, and would fall asleep right away, is that lisinopril can cause fatigue, because it basically suppresses your heart rate and your adrenalin response. I was on it for about a month, when I had to stop it b/c I was so exhausted all the time.


Stephanie - Nov 01, 2005 6:44:06 am PST #491 of 10006
Trust my rage

I have nothing to say about sleep drugs but this:

so the nurses presented me to my Mom in a red Christmas stocking

is the cutest story ever. I think I would have kept the stocking.


§ ita § - Nov 01, 2005 6:45:23 am PST #492 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Where's your tag from, bon?


Scrappy - Nov 01, 2005 6:46:15 am PST #493 of 10006
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Teppy--I am waiting for my doctor's office to open because I see that I am not supposed to take Lexapro and Imitrex--and I am about to enter Week of Womanly Wonder, where I get slammed with migraines every day. You know anything about this? I can't be doing without my Imitrex.


bon bon - Nov 01, 2005 6:46:28 am PST #494 of 10006
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

Where's your tag from, bon?

"Meeting in the Ladies Room"


Nora Deirdre - Nov 01, 2005 6:48:02 am PST #495 of 10006
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

newsflash: Halloween in Salem, MA AKA Witch City is pretty crazy.

The train depot this morning was trashed.

We had some trick or treaters, and we hung out with our co-home owners (condo neighbors) and drank a couple glasses of wine and then I was paranoid for the rest of the night that I said/did stupid stuff. Tom and I ate dinner (pumpkin flavored fresh papadelle pasta w/prociutto and toasted pine nuts/pumkin seeds/almonds & sausage) and then strolled into town. Ca-razy!


§ ita § - Nov 01, 2005 6:51:41 am PST #496 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

"Meeting in the Ladies Room"

Hee. ::visits iTunes::


Almare - Nov 01, 2005 6:52:21 am PST #497 of 10006
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "

Halloween in Broward County was cancelled.

I think I'm going to frame the newspaper picture with the picture of Mrs. Flintstone and the word Bitch plastered next to it. It feels vaguely appropriate.


bon bon - Nov 01, 2005 6:57:09 am PST #498 of 10006
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

I had to leave my condo to come to this


Kalshane - Nov 01, 2005 7:01:52 am PST #499 of 10006
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why? Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.

I woke up completely exhausted this morning and decided to call in sick instead of fighting it. The resulting 3 extra hours of sleep have helped immensely.

ION, I have no idea why my upstairs neighbors open their door to the laundry room and then close it again 30 seconds later several times a day. They actually have to descend the stairs to do anything in the room, but I just hear them open the door and then close it again a short while later. At first I thought they were listening for the washer and dryer, but this happens even when neither of us is doing laundry.