shrift, I hope your eye is already all better, but in case it's not, here's what I did inadvertently that cleared my infected tear duct up immediately: I watched a really sad movie. Seriously. It wasn't on purpose. I just happened to. But I cried at the movie and when I got over my tears at the end, my eye felt fine. I figure the tears washed any blockage and infection away. So, I prescribe running right out and renting Beaches.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Nobody deserves Beaches.
So, is 9:30 going to have to be my bedtime now? That sucks, but I feel great this morning, and woke up five minutes before the alarm, which is perfect.
Jesse, maybe your body just needs to get used to the new schedules and the like, and after a while, you'll be able to go to bed later again, and still wake up all rested and on time?
Jars, lots of ma for you.
Me, I'd prescribe listening to "Shannon" a couple of times. The song about a dead dog (by Henry Gross) never fails to make me sob, no matter that I know how manipulative it is.
I'd prescribe listening to "Shannon" a couple of times. The song about a dead dog (by Henry Gross)
OMG, I remember that song. Strangest pop song ever.
Stranger than Timothy? I think not.
Oy. Yeah, you win. That one I *don't* remember.
Although I do think "Run, Joey, Run" has a special place up there in strange 70s pop songs about death.
If we're talking about '70s death songs, someone has to mention "Seasons in the Sun." I think there's a law.
If we're talking about '70s death songs, someone has to mention "Seasons in the Sun." I think there's a law.
Done, and done. It's the benchmark, certainly.