The HOTTT girl is craxy if she doesn't flirt up meara. Just saying.

It is 88 outside, 90 inside and it is TOO FUCKING HOT. Also too hot for fucking. Or breathing, really.

If I had a raft, I could go float in the pool. Or noodles.

down to 84 in a lot of the house

81 where the airconditioning was. Better

We watched The big Lebowski

what a fucking guy movie. Matt agrees with me. It wasn't bad, it might even have been good, but I don't ever want to see it again.

Fuck.

In conclusion, let's make out.

Um. Why?

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Thank you, Hil! That was very interesting. I'm sorry I never did get over to Israel (or Jordan) while I was in Egypt - I think it would be very interesting to visit.

So, I am A Good Girl. I've just spent an hour with my 90something (98, maybe?) year old next door neighbour, who is very impressively ambulatory still, but whose mind has finally started to go a little. (Sample conversation with my mother: "Oh, that's next door's cat." Mum looks down, sees our cat. "Um - it's my cat, Mrs Armstrong." "Is it, dear? It looks just like next door's." "!!!") She's still pretty fabulous, though, even though her memory is somewhat screwed. Later on I shall go to the Respite Home where my grandmother is staying. I've been visiting her while my parents are away - we're getting on fine, actually, which is nice. I'm glad that some untapped reservoir of kindness and patience apparently DOES lurk somewhere in the depths of me.

I have a newfound sympathy for my mother, who is being driven slowly batty by spending so much time with her mother and our next-door neighbour. My mother is very young and fabulous and shiny, and spending lots of time with old ladies is doing her head in a bit, in much the same way that spending the whole day looking after one's babies does (I understand). I hope they're having a good time in the Baltics.

We're up. We're moving. We're having coffee. We're gonna get Emily on the road.

Can I go back to bed yet??

Can I go back to bed yet??

Hells yes, woman! Go! Snooze!

Alas, I cannot go back to bed. Must do one more load of laundry for Emily (her sheets and jammies and morning towel and stuff) then help her pack the car, once she gets it from the rental company.

Crazy morning!

And then, of course, once she's gone, I must get packing my own stuff. Who thought this moving thing was a good idea???

Some of you may remember my friend, J, and some of the troubles she's had (with disappearing and whatnot). She's really come around and been very supportive lately. I woke up to a very sweet e-mail from her this morning, letting me know that she was thinking of me but didn't want to intrude with a call.

Oh, and she's taking me for a pedicure this afternoon. So nice!

Good to hear, vw. Have an easy move into your fabulous roommateless new apartment!

I love the Big Lebowski.

Best of luck today, Emily and vw!!!