Can you imagine if the logs could read your state of mind too?

Christian Bale would have gotten a restraining order against me years ago.

Assuming, of course, that they didn't run out of them before making it through all the ranks of Baleheads that joined before me.

Look, I never said it was good. But I watched two eps back to back and suddenly needed to know what happens with Marco, Leanne, and the tall skinnyish straight guy. Like, a lot. And it's only gotten worse.

I'm only five minutes in. No need to get defensive quite yet.

That sucks, on the not!bill.

I can be defensive any time I want to, okay?

::sobs::

Man, if I ever had any cred, Mile High's going to sink it.

I *still* don't know if a thing for $550 for a last minute trip to a friend's ENT-cousin for an ear infection years ago (the one that loaded me up on steroid samples and threatened in-office ear tubes) was a bill or a statement. No bill collectors have come calling, so....

I need a new place to live. I'm about two minutes from calling 911 again.

I don't like the humans.

oh lord, sarameg. What's going on with the neighbors?

Oh! SoCal knitters and crocheters, have a look at Knit For The Cure -- they're asking for work done with some pink to be donated for resale, profits going to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation.

Unsurprisingly, I knew this! I have a small pile of things that are being donated.

Humans live most places, though, sarameg, that would be convenient to your job.

What's happening?

I have one crocheted pink thing, made from some crinkly variegated almost-velour you gave me, Kat. I looked to see if Wildfiber had any like that (I need a black/grey scarf) and couldn't find any. I ended up with some wonderful-feeling merino-mix, but it's a bitch to see stitches in, so I'm confined to simple double crochet. Pfft.

The almost velour is whozzit. chenille, right? Or am I misremembering?

Lori and I braved Ikea. They didn't have what we wanted. It was like we were goldilocks and everything in the store is not quite right.

Actually, shopping Ikea is usually a lesson in lowering your standards or in accpeting the almost right as close enough.

I may be falling for Mile High too, ita. It's not good, by a long shot, but it's fun, and the people are pretty.

Almost velour sounds like chenille to me.

I am currently recording Mile High and may watch it someday if my DVR doesn't fill up before I can get to it. Which feels unlikely, given the redonkulous amount of schoolwork I should be doing.

At least I'm feeling ready for bed now, thanks to now quite enough sleep last night and two glasses of wine at dinner.