vw, don't trust Stefano as far as you can throw him.

I am sad, because a family weekend I was planning for next month in Salem looks like it is kaput, or at least, changing locales. I can't get into it any more than that because it's all nebulous stupid family stuff and buttons and oversensitivities and hating myself because I'm not selfless enough, because the martyr role is highly prized in this branch of the family tree.

I am slightly less sad because Tom is cooking dinner (tilapia with spicy cherry tomato and parsley) and it smells nice.

I'm hungry.

can you see this?

can you see this?

No. Alas.

Can you write on it?

Probably, but I'm thinking no.

vw, don't trust Stefano as far as you can throw him.

This I have learned.

What IS it with this thread? We obtain boys, frolic with same, and then they act inscrutable!

Oops. I think I'm doing it wrong.

So! Wallybee came over for dinner last night. First, I must note that she looked amazing. Gorgeous outfit, plus haircut and new glasses. And she has now met members of my family, being my younger brothers (the ones in Melbourne). She thought Brendan was intelligent and funny, and you'll be happy to know that Keiran was on his best behaviour and only said "Mad cunt" twice. (Not in relation to the Wallybee.)

Happy Birthday to Libkitty, (one of) our Librarian Warlords! Hope the day is filled with yummy things that make you happy.

ChiKat, I would happily go big-girl thrifting with you. There's a nice consignment place over near Suzi in Alameda, too.

Trying to remember if getting together with DH ever felt like Big Cinematic Luv. I'm pretty sure it started out in the cozy and comfortable aisle instead. Except for the screaming monkeys in my head jabbering "ohmygoshohmygoshohnowhat'sgonnahappen?"

Our bug's headgear looks soooo much less threatening than I'd imagined. If you draw a tiny scratch just at your hairline with an eyeliner, you'll look like you have a tiny movie-star injury. Something that may possibly help with itching: When I had a cast on my leg, I would aim the hairdryer into it instead of poking a bottle brush in there to scratch. Maybe it was just the fact that I was Doing Something that helped me.

Trying very hard to focus on a project that I haven't been able to finish for years and years. Either I put it off, or I re-do something for the umpteenth time. It makes me feel awfully guilty.

Okay. The yowling kitty issue is about to be brought to the attention of the office. It's mind numbing but instead of actually numbing - searing pain. I'm feeling guilty as hell but hopefully they will know where the cat is supposed to live.

How pathetic is it that I'm currently sitting here wheezing, because I don't want to have to record that I took my inhaler?

I'm stupid. It would have taken less energy to record that than typing this message, but it is what it is.

ION, Emily is currently out buying me benadryl. She's such a good roommate.

Delurking (again) to ask a crochet question. What is the best way to attach a new skein/ball? I'm "teaching" myself using "Crocheting for Dummies," and their way seems to unraval or not stay joined to whatever I'm working on. Thanks in advance.