::drops ded from so much man-pretty in one place::
And Clive is up against Chiwetel and Denzel. Jodie Foster is trying to get in their faces. All is not as it seems.
Looks like my Ambien has kicked in. A fair amount of the headache is gone, but I'm loopier than hell on this thing, and the bedroom's in the other room, and I'm not dressed to sleep. It's like the laptop screen is 3D.
Typing is HARD.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! I am really turning into an old fuddy duddy who is very set in my ways. I left my own party.
Also? I am at work. Since the party was a block from work and I need to do a task with the Israel office, I decided to come here now and do it rather than get up crazy early and get in here at 8. I just put up my office 2006 calendars.
Loopy is just fine and dandy, especially if it means less headache. Bedroom - the hell? What about the cuddle-couch? Pass out where you're comfortable.
yeah well. I can live with wrong.
Tonight might very well end on the cuddle couch. It's the belt I'm wearing that bothers me. Taking it off seems insurmountable.
Legal rights of photographers--basically it leaves it down to politeness and how much you may have of it. If they're not in a position to expect privacy, you can take the picture. Huh.
WORK??? belly-belle!
yeah well. I can live with wrong.
It does seem like the best option, I have to admit.
Until the guys in Israel show up online I am just putzing around the web. Look what I find:
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What the hell is he doing: [link]
He's a big old dork.
Hot.
Did you tell the Israel guys you did krav?