The depressing thing about six loads of laundry? Only a load and a half are usable.

And those are guest linens.

The rest are curtains. That I can't hang cause I live in an apartment (that is hella private so I shouldn't bitch so much) now. But they will be clean to go live in storore.

To bed. I was nicely drowsy and then just had to finish up the last couple of minutes of stuff, which slayed the drowsy. I touch the drowsy and it wakeses me. I want the drowsy back.

I woke up my neck and sholders artekilling me . and there are pains randomingly appearing on the left sid eof my head . Bah.

Some kind of heating pad, beth? I am so sorry...

advil and a grahm craker taken. Found the heating pad - hopefully back to sleep soon

I just tried to wrentch the futon frame back into being. It is more than a one person job, requires some mystical hardware and I am giving up for the night. But all is not lost if the Angels of Gadgets smile.

I've a nuked heated pad. The plug in heating pad didn't survive the trip. I bow before the mighty microwave.

I hope all the west coasters are sleeping blissfully.

I think I might try to get my ass in gear and get to church this morning. It looks like a beautiful day out.

It's after two here and I'm just out of the shower. I also seem to have eaten a pile of olives for breakfast/lunch. Oh well, it's Sunday.

Timelies.

It's a beautiful day here, too. My plans are to go look at an apartment, then go grocery shopping, then go to the Save Darfur rally. Then do laundry.

Sounds like a good plan, Hil.

Hey, Jars!

Hey vw! Left the house yet? You're making me look bad just considering it, you know.