t is ded from the hawt that is GC

Wow!

Maria, I'm so glad to hear the restaurant is okay.

Friends have been retrieved, delivered, and settled at my place. I have staggered over to ND's place, and he has staggered back from a double-shift of work. We are both sitting here staring into space and making random mumbling noises. Tired now.

t cuddles with anyone in thread still, just 'cause.

GC, wow!

You know how, in some English Country House stories, the family doctor is always over for dinner, drinks, taking an evening constitutional with the head of the family? I always sort of thought that was weird.

Well, now that I have my full physical and OB/GYN exams done at the embassy, I can say that it's highly uncomfortable to have someone you randomly see at parties or say hi to in the halls checking out your goolie. Not to mention discussing the depression or the boob implants.

See, I knew basing one's haircut on a comic book character was a Good Idea. Gorgeous, GC!

I painted eyes on my brother's ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

t impressed

I've gotten into this terrible routine where I wake up at seven, think it's too early to be up so I stay in bed, but can't get back asleep, doze off around eight, then sleep until ten. I think I just need to strap my alarm clock to the side of my head.

Yet another bizarro sleep pattern day. Sleep yesterday 930am to 230; went to bed at about 1030 pm 20 mgs Ambien. WOke up 2:45 am. Awake since then.

I took an hour walk up tp Loose Park, looked at the pretty roses and suspicious ducks.

Home, shower, cold water. I think I will try to take a little nap this morning, I think I will get up at noon, get some things done today, and try to wake up at about 10 tomorrow.

The haircut is purty, GC. My sister liked it too.

I'm watching last night's So You Think You Can Dance

I haven't seen it, but the title of that show always reminds me of this quote:

"Can't act. Can't sing. Balding. Can dance a little."

-- MGM summary of a screen test by Fred Astaire

I'm bracing for a very hot weekend.

Man, it's incredibly gray and humid this morning, but I'm hanging out watching the Firefly marathon. (They're playing "Our Mrs. Reynolds right now!)

So, I had a doctor's appointment at 8am. I wore my pretty new sandals that I'm trying to break in before going to New Hampshire in two weeks. I wore them for *quite* a while yesterday and didn't think I'd make it as long today, so I brought some flip flops with to change into if necessary.

Well, it was necessary. Got on the elevator after my appointment and knew I just wasn't going to make it on the walk to the T station. So, I got my flip flops out of my bag, dropped them on the floor, and changed...there on the elevator, which was filled with men trying to figure out what the hell I was doing changing my shoes on the elevator.

We got to my floor to get off, and some of them were still staring, looking perplexed. So, as I got off I said, "Breaking in new shoes. You know how that is...", which only made them look more perplexed.

Sometimes I just love being a girl and confusing the boys :).

Jesus H. Christ. It's only 10 a.m., and I'm already ready to punch incompetent!boss in the head.

Can I go home? I'm tired and headachey and hot and now I'm filling with pure unfiltered rage.

Grumble.