I have no idea if this would have helped - or hurt me when I was at K-bug's age, but every single time you get pushed out of your comfort zone, the easier it is. Every new job, every new social situation gets easier , the more you get used to the idea that things will neever, ever stay where you comfortable. and when you fail, oddly, it only sometimes makes a difference. and you will never know when it will make a difference. ( this comming from a person who says 'no , I can't change my plans, I was going to do laundry!' is very funny. but I still think it is true)

And Emmet baseball stories are proof of my devotion to Buffista children. because I read every word David writes, and I even try and follow them.

Shit. I was going to bed really late anyway, and then I fell asleep and had a super super creepy realistic dream about someone being in my bedroom. And I knew in the dream that it was a dream, but I was paralyzed with fear (and because it was a dream). And I managed to wake up. And I opened my eyes, and was like "OK, dream. No one here. Go back to sleep". And I went back to sleep (because I got like, 12 hours sleep this entire weekend). And the dream came back, even creepier. Damn it.

So I am up, with the lights on. Fucking brain.

Oy, that sucks. I hate being afraid to go to sleep becuase the nightmares live there.

I am waiting for my stupid cat to come inside so I can go to sleep.

Eta: and she's in the darling creature. Good night all.

And Emmet baseball stories are proof of my devotion to Buffista children. because I read every word David writes, and I even try and follow them.

Heh. You're lucky I was in LA this weekend, since he played five freakin' games. To sum: He played worst with The Mets Tournament of Champions game, but still went 3-3 and scored 4 runs (with an extra walk). In one game he made all three outs in an inning while playing second base: grounder, soft liner, grounder. In another game he came in and made the out in centerfield on a line drive over short. He also backed up an overthrow in centerfield and threw the runner out at third. Also at second, he tagged somebody out on a throwdown to get a base-stealer out. He had a bunch of doubles, stole a lot of bases, scored a lot of runs but didn't get to pitch in Burlingame (where they won their first three games, but lost in the semifinals). The Mets game was a see-saw battle that they lost 15-16 when the other team gave an intentional walk (in Little League!) to our best player, Reed. There's your condensed version.

Am still awake. Paper is just over half done and was due at midnight. See Aimee - I goobered. Still working to finish it.

No one else is up?

I;m running out of ways to expain how the Watergate scandal impacted the public's percention of government powers.

bleh.

I fell asleep and had a super super creepy realistic dream about someone being in my bedroom.

I hate that! That happens to me a lot when I nap, and even when I fight to consciousness it sticks. The worst was dreaming that demon-imps that looked like gravelings from "Dead Like Me" were scampering about my room...before I'd ever seen "Dead Like Me." Man did I freak out the first time I watched it.

Ugh, papers. I think you can pretty much draw a straight line between Watergate and the loss of our civil liberties today, though. After Watergate, everyone sort of expects the government (esp the President) to Solemnly Swear He Is Up to No Good. People just assume that candidates and incumbents spy on each other, and it's an easy step to assume they then spy on the public.

Although, if it were me, I'd probably write a paragraph or two about how the real lasting impact is in the media appending "-gate" to the end of any government "scandal."

Huh. You could even make that serious, that "-gate" has become a cultural semiotic for "government overstepped the bounds of fair play again."

Ooooh, great line Raq. Of course, I have finally given up and submitted what I had. The brain is dead. It is after 2am and we have to be at the fields by 7:45 am. SLEEP for me (I hope).

Poor K-Bug. Poor Suzi. Yay for getting the paper done, though.

I, fortunately, do not have a headache this morning. I thought I would sleep through the night for the first time in like a month, but I din't. Still got up around midnight for peeing and ice cream. I was only up about 15 minutes, though, which is good.

Busy day today. I have a feeling every day will be a busy day for a while. Craziness.

Would I be able to change sizes at will? Because that would be AWESOME

P and I were chatting about how it would be fabulous if we could trade breasts with each other sometimes. Her DH was rather less amused by the conversation. Which is silly, he's known us for twenty years, there is no way he hasn't heard the exact same conversation fifty times before.

I was only up about 15 minutes, though, which is good.

Kittenish is on The List as she knocked a vase of flowers off of a table twice tonight. The second time I was asleep when it happened. Notice the verb tense (and hey! my tension too) *was* asleep. Now? Well I'm posting. And will try to go back to sleep now.

Still too hot. Thank physics that tomorrow won't be such a scorched and hopefully this place will cool off enough to be bearable.