Today I hate my brain.
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Well, I don't seem to be using mine, you want it Nora?
They are quitting the Service and moving to Portland.
What is it about Portland that draws ex-State Dept employees? (My in-laws were thisclose to moving there before my MiL got a really good job in DC, and they decided to buy a condo instead. Weird.)
He's been pretty depressed since we bought the house, and I feel hella guilty about it, because I love the house, and love Salem, and I feel like I pushed him into this. Which, no, I didn't really, but it's my tendency to blame myself for stuff when I see people I care about hurting.
Oh, that's hard. Wasn't the move, in part, for Tom to have a more reasonable commute?
Who wants to cover me while I go over there and resue that baby from a life of ridiculous parenting that borders on dangerous?
Make a quick edit to post number 8895, and the areaistas will swear you were here, the entire time.
peanut butter
(Which is total bullshit, because I've babysat ugly babies before, and all that happens is that after an hour in their company I decide they are beautiful after all and that I was just too stupid to see it before.)
JZ, I love you too much. Oh, and I keep meaning to tell you and tell you, I read Chesterton's Orthodoxy, and saw so much of your way of thinking in his way of thinking (which made me love him even more than I would have, if I didn't know you).
Somebody did that to him, I think. Everybody lies, especially child-abusing jackholes. Let me do it...ain't got much to lose. I broke my brain. I've got a note.
please send out find important papers ma~~ to matt
Find-papers~ma to Matt.
thinking about slobbiness- and the fact that I am less of one than i used to be. But someday I will die in paper flood.
But someday I will die in paper flood.
This is me too. Or possibly a book flood. I can't believe how much junk paper work I got rid of yesterday.