I'm about. If someone hasn't already reset him.
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Okay, I've rebooted the Tim.
He's got it. I got the fwd. Will save for future senile dementia problems.
Okay, I would've loved to have been in the meeting where the Italian Olympic Committee decided that the Doobie Brothers would be the perfect music for the Parade of Nations.
Will save for future senile dementia problems.
Do you have a special folder just for that?
It's called, "Tim's Stuff."
No. Seriously.
We're not mods. We're admins. You wouldn't like us when we're moddy.
God, I love black boots. Like a million. And boots you don't have to go into a store for are the most delicious sort.
The biofeedback unhinged my brain and I don't think he reattached it before my drive home. Wasn't my most careful driving ever. He had me modifying my Thetans waves and detaching myself from the pain. I think I did well, but I'm not sure how to do it in the comfort of my own home. Without the little moving bar charts.
Stomp this, ita.
Almost 9. Finally going home from work. Seriously, this is insane. I worked 75-ish hours last week. I will hit that again this week.
I need sleep. And sushi. I will get the sushi on my way home. Watch some Sci-Fi Friday and then sleep.
I finally caught up with Natter, but I forgot everything I meant to say along the way. I should have been cutting and pasting a meara as I went. Bad me.
Ooh! I remembered one thing:
According to Zillow, there are no houses on my street. They have the map, with the street. Even the teeny side street. But no houses. Oh, well. I know that they're all way-the-heck too expensive for me to buy anyway. Sigh.