I live on the edge.

omg, me too. I did my dishes.

Happy birthday, Beverly!

Congratulations, Deena! That totally rocks.

For OTC cough suppressant, I've used Delsym with marvellous results. Depressingly marvellous, since I could often tell exactly when it wore off.

Deena -- congrats on the house!

Beverly -- Happy last couple of hours of your birthday! (Which you share with one of my best friends evah!)

I live on the edge.

omg, me too. I did my dishes.

Me, too. In shifts. In fact, all my cleaning was in shifts. It was like Short-Attention-Span Theatre cleaning. I set the kitchen timer for 15 minutes, cleaned something until the timer went off, re-set it, and went to clean some other part of the apartment for 15 more minutes. After 45 minutes, I took a 15-minute break (mostly to rest my wrist and ice it; my tendonitis is still acting up). And then I re-set the timer and cleaned something else for 15 minutes. For 3 hours. And yet my apartment still looks like a pit of filth.

Deena, what a darling house! It's so fresh and clean without being boring post-war tract housing. What neighborhood is it in?

Sorry for the mis-post in the other thread, ita.

How do you feel about Scarlett's "Brass in Pocket"?

I have a fairly serious Scarlett problem, so that's a different issue, although I was a big fan of the Pretenders at the time, so I guess those are cumulative.

In an, "oh god, oh god, me ears!" way or an actually good way?

A good-bad sort of way. I like Bill's version, but the Elvis version is actually good.

I was totally charmed by Bill Murray's karaoke in LiT. Mostly b/c I identify *so* much with his character's inability to relax and get outside his own head to get lost in the moment. Even though he was still self-conscious in that scene, you could see little flashes -- almost infinitessimal -- where he got past that self-consciousness. Just teeny tiny bits. And it utterly charmed me.

Hmm. Maybe I'll put the DVD in.

I just Magic Erasered my stove.

There are no words.

I'm not entirely certain if I want to hear Bill's version now.

Mr. Clean Magic Eraser time for all the stray weird shit on the walls, door frames, etc.

I may not have cleaned the house past the dishes, then the sink and then the counters, but I have cleaned me. And am making dinner. I am watching old X-Files until it is time for GA. It's a Sunday.

Just did the inside of my oven window. Wow.

And, alas, it has died. The trash doesn't seem fitting -- there should be some sort of Viking Funeral Rite and a trip to Valhalla.