Oh dear, Gud. You should talk to my friend who's writing her thesis on outreach by religious congregations. Except she's only barely decided that's what she's going to do, so maybe she won't be so helpful yet.

Or Jesse, you could flee the country. That's my plan.

Damn student financials and schedule.

I would talk about the end of House, but my whitefont never ends up white.ETA: And it still hasn't. Bugger. What is hard about that?! Later: Fucking Nell can finally fricking whitefont like a tree in the wind. Yay, only took three and a half years. Wilson finds House up on the roof looking moody even for him. He says he sent Sela Ward back to her husband because her husband would do whatever it took.

Wilson calls bullshit and tells House that despite the admiration he has for himself, he doesn't like himself and stop thinking misery makes you anything but miserable.

I fought today. I figured my head was already hurting, but not migrainey, so I didn't have that much to lose.

Mostly I note this because I trained and I fought and unlike yesterday had a semblance of a life. Gotta take it where I can get it.

Yay for semblances. Are you still unmigrainey?

I'm pre-migrainey (as I am 9 hours out of ten) with a sinus headache.

Well, that's at least better than migrainey, for right now, right?

Oh, it sure beats the alternative.

trained fish

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no really, trained goldfish. My sister sent this to me - and she was worried about trainning her dogs to stop jumping on people.

I am pitifully at the mercy of the firewalls and blockers on this machine. Could I ask a hyoooge favor of someone? Can anyone copy the text on the Proulx essay and email it, as an attachment, to my profile addy? I offer chocolate, cookies, or the reward of your preference in repayment for this favor.

See Helen Thomas take on the weasel Scott McClellan.

Helen to Scotty: You know what happened to Nixon when he broke the law.

Rock on, Helen! Here's hoping that the shrub will actually call on you during his next press conference.