I just sent Emily off on Bart to meet up with Juliana for a night on the town, so it's just me and the cats in the apartment.

I have a sudden urge to put on a pair of sunglasses and a pair of boy briefs.

Just take your old records off the shelf, Lee.

Good point, TB. I've read more of the drabbles, so they stick in my head better.

Thanks...it's true. Feeling like a major never-was today. If I was on Deadwood, I'd make somebody go down on me while talking about my rotten life and then get mad when I didn't feel better. Maybe I need to start thinking "What would House Do?" bearing in mind I don't have his pharmacological tolerance and the way he takes pills would put me in a coma for a week. Reminds me of Tony Soprano taking his Prozac...it's funny, I've seen people strangled, beheaded, beat-up, but TS misusing his anti-ds makes me gasp.

OTOH, Tommy Gavin misusing someone else's anti-depressants, par for the course.

It's funny what's shocking.

Nothing Tommy Gavin does with pills or his cock could ever shock me again. Sheila did, though. Her crazy has no bottom, does it? And, not to worry, I wouldn't compel anyone here to give me a Swearingen.ETA: Although if somebody *wanted* to do something indecent to me and listen while I gripe, I doubt I'd object. Just remember, if the recipient of a Swearingen doesn't get off, it's your fault for doing it wrong.(You're just not good like Trixie.)

From overheard in the office:

Office manager, on the phone: Which one of Mommy's boyfriends beat you badly enough as a child to turn you into the bitter, empty, hollow shell of a human being you are today?

Supervisor, to trainee: See? That's why we have to answer the phone quickly in this office: to keep the managers from picking up the phone. Ever.

Oh yeah? How about this one?

Co-Worker #1: Do you have to dust your desk all the time with your window shade open?
Co-Worker #2: No, why? Co-Worker #1: Because of all the sun.
Co-Worker #2: Huh?
Co-Worker #1: Dust comes from sunlight.

Dust comes from sunlight.

If you're a vampire.

We were woken up at 5:30-ish by an earthquake. Not terribly strong (4.9, epicenter in Albania), but it lasted long enough to really get my adrenaline going. I woke up just before the rumbling started with all my hair standing straight up; don't know when I got this sensitive to them, but the last couple earthquakes have made it clear I am.

They just aren't as fun as they used to be, I guess because I have more responsibilities and more to lose...and I'm not living in structures designed to withstand earthquakes.

ION, maybe I should get my friend to submit the email exchange he just had and forwarded to me:

Friend: Which server does this database connect to? I need to know before I can start troubleshooting.

Customer: You also need to know what server the database is on.

Friend: That's what I'm trying to find out. Pls see previous email.

Friend's manager (cc'd on emails, replying only to friend): [Name], please be careful when composing email. I'm not sure your last one had the right tone.

Friend (to manager): OK, thanks. The tone I was going for was "THAT'S what I'm trying to FIND OUT, you moron!"

Pancakes:

OMG Robin!!! I just saw Beep Me! That's so cool! Congrats to you and the WBH!