Cass, your iPod came back Wrong.

t edit And speaking of iPods, I'm grabbing mine and going to the gym right now. Oh yes. Yes I am.

I'm sorry iTunes is being uncooperative.

Consuela's working environment sounds rather nicer than mine (although I don't have to wear shoes)

Buffistas do not make any more sense than ordinary humans in the morning.

Huh. I woke up at around 10 or so today, then stayed awake long enough to call my parents and wash the dishes that I should have washed yesterday, then fell asleep again until 3. I knew I was feeling tired, but I didn't think I was that tired.

The rest of my plans for today were laundry, grocery shopping, and grading. I think I can manage that. Maybe.

Cass, your iPod came back Wrong.

I don't know which is more worrysome, the idead of Cass's iPod going out and having sex with vampires alone or inviting them into Cass's house.

Or, possibly, that this quandry was my first thought.

I'm reading an excerpt from American Vertigo. Reading Levy's accounts of some conversations is rather odd, since I'm assuming the conversations were in English, which he then translated into French for the French version of the book, and then the translater translated back into English. There's really something lost in the translation there. I seriously doubt that the owner of the b&b where he stayed in Cooperstown actually asked, "Are you interested in the bed-and-breakfast business, which is the passion of our existence?"

Or, possibly, that this quandry was my first thought.

snerk

"Are you interested in the bed-and-breakfast business, which is the passion of our existence?"

What? Do the vendors of excellence in your place not in this way speak?

Well the PO was already closed, but I did pick up the scripts then took the long way walk to the bank and food and then back home.

It seems that my building's heat is not working. The boiler is and we have hot water, but we have not had regular cycling heat since Monday. My place is about 60 degrees and not getting any warmer. I talked with some neighbors about it and we are getting no response from the building except to tell us that the boiler is on. So we are staging a wee bit of a mini coup and getting as many folks as we can to report the building to the city. fuckity. I think I'll be pulling out extra blankets tonight, as last night I slept in a hooded sweatshirt with the hood on all night under the down comferter and was only just warm. did I say fuckity?