Sleep, chickie.

My brother just made me depressed. He asked a physics question I used to know the answer to. I don't know it any more. My brain is rotting and dribbling out my ears. Still love my brother, though.

Being Canadian, I am obligated to point out our kind. Peter North is not only a Canadian, but a Haligonian.

Kathy, I think if you took #2 to a good hairdresser, they could work in something similar but less product-needing.

(I could, with a comb and some time in the mornings, do #2 with no product no problem, but I have an insane amount of hair.)

I had Greek food tonight too, ita.Early birthday festivities. Opa!

Holy crap, you people are funny and witty and cool. Every now and then I read a big chunk of a thread and am reminded of this fact. The kink discussion had me alternating between hysterical laughter ("get your bork on" is my new favorite saying) and thoughtfulness about the topic.

Also this?

At least, that's my very weak and flawed interpretation of what I've gotten from my confused understanding of my sample size of three couples.

Happy Opa, erika!

Impromptu Greek food (no spinach was harmed in the process) turned into an impromptu girls night out. Despite being TOTALLY dressed for daytime (sundress with white cardy) while everyone else was in jeans and heels, I still had a good time.

Next time, I need enough warning to change first.

Oh, and I succumbed to the Zara. Faux-wrap dress in large. I tried the medium on, and it almost worked, except I couldn't take it off myself and had to call my friend in to help. If she'd died of all her laughter I wouldn't have minded, just as long as she'd gotten the dress past my shoulders first.

oh, greek food. God I want greek food now. And not drunk people kebabs greek food, but real greek food!

Is anyone around? I'm trying to decide if I want to go all the way to this place called Glendalough, a ruined monastery about an hour away, for the day or if I want to chill out some more, drink the rest of my coffee, have a shower and soem breakfast and maybe go to the Chester Beatty library just around the corner, which is a huge collection of Asian artifacts and also, free! The bus for glendalough leaves in an hour, it's eighteen euro return and a gorgeous day today. But I could always go tomorrow...

I'm around!

Glendalough is very cool, ahnd it's a good idea to go on a nice day. On the other hand, Chester Beatty is just aroundthe corner, and Glendalough hasn't moved in 1200 years, so it'll still be there tomorrow.

::grin:: Yeah, I decided not to go. In part because the friend I was going to go with got really fucking smashed last night, and I didn't feel like going by myself. I'm a little worried the weather is going to change overnight, though, and I'd like to go on a pretty day. But such is life, you pick and you choose.

I had an entire carafe of coffee this morning, which was so good as to be unspeakably so. Interestingly, on a full pot the press makes two pints of coffee. I know this, because we were out of clean mugs in the house, so I had to use a pint class. It was a budweiser pint glass, and pleasantly misleading.

Actually, I had a thought about something we were perhaps missing from the kink discussionn where things seemed to be veering uncomfortably judgmental for some people. It seems to me that its society's "fucked-up"ness as much, or perhaps more than the individual's, that goes into determining/defining what is "kinky". In fetishland, it's all about the individual. But I think the appeal of the kink doesn't necessarily have to do with internal repression.

In conclusion: bork bork bork!

So. What do you think about at 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning?