Or, y'know, one of the other kings who is hotter.

Lots of stuff got typed by Bitches today, I have no real meara, except to comment on the sentence from the actually meara, and say that this seems utterly unpossible, but she's the only king I know personally, so my opinion in uninformed, technically.

Still.... unpossible.

Aww. Thanks Sean. But have you seen these people? They are very damn HOT. I mean really.

Bah. I just went and Googled and yellow page'd around looking for the housing/sublet/roommate referral service I used a few years ago to find my completely awesome (except for the deadbeat landlords) affordable 1BR apt in Berkeley, and I'm coming up completely blank. I know exactly where it is, too (downtown Berkeley BART, the intersection with the toy and game shop on the corner, walk up that street toward campus, and it's about halfway up the block); I just can't find the damn name.

JZ, you're talking about Berkeley Homefinders, which I used to find off-campus housing in my undergrad days at Cal, and it's gone out of business, according to the Chronicle.

(Edited because my typing is even worse than usual tonight.)

I am locking myself in somewhere and NEVER COMING OUT.

What do you do if you've managed to lose a check? I took it out of the checkbook yesterday, brought it into the daycare and... have no idea what I did with it after that. It didn't make it into the payment box. It's not in the sign-in sheet folder. It's not in the car.

Paul will make our weekly payment tonight via the online method, so that's not the problem, but what the hell did I do with the check???

Lillian didn't nap at daycare. Then we had to take a long-ish bus ride to the U District to meet up with Paul, who had to work late. I had to read The Nose Book until my throat hurt, because bus rides lead to bored, flailing toddlers.

Service at the B&N Cafe sucked. So did the product.

The lines at Whole Foods (the only place other than the co-op where I can find organic prune juice for a stopped-up kidlet) were insane.

My morning started out with Lillian puking all over me (tender stomach still, so it's hair-trigger). I was up half the night because she was Being Fussy.

Work is, as usual, work.

I want to join the circus.

Whimper.

Poor Plei.

Sympathetic murmers for you, Plei.

[insert snarky Passion of the Christ joke here]

Dude, the Christ imagery in TPotC jumped the shark....

Yeah, especially Johnny Depp's whole performance...

..wait, that's TPotC, not TPotC.

That still makes me giggle sometimes, Daniel.

But have you seen these people? They are very damn HOT. I mean really.

Oh my. Well, I'm still incredibly biased, even with this evidence having been presented to me, but I will definitely say you belong in their company.

That's just a LOTT of HOTT in one post, though.

I want to join the circus.

When you head out to do that, would you please come pick me up?

Poor Plei. I hope tonight and tomorrow are better to you.