OK, there's a woolite carpet cleaning ad. It seems like a singularly goofy device. Functional, sure, but goofy and nothing a brush and a spray bottle can't do. But its slogan: "Squeeze, rub, groom and done."

I don't have a particularly 12 year old bent. But ....butbutbut!@!!

in between headaches?

Well, after one. Got struck down in the doctor's office.

The not-having-to-spend-all-that-time-at-work is definitely the best part about unemployment.

Oh, god, yes. I keep thinking there must be some way to keep it this way -- money but no job -- and I'm just too dumb to have worked it out.

You'd think I'd get over that, huh?

And that some of Earth's own myths survived made it better.

(See, this is why I didn't like the recap special.)

It's the other way around -- they're not from Earth, we're from Kobol. We're the lost tribe.

I keep visiting our pumpkin cookie jar, which is filled with Halloween candy (peanut M&Ms, 100 Grand bars, and Peppermint Patties). I need to stop.

I don't have a particularly 12 year old bent. But ....butbutbut!@!!

Well, after one. Got struck down in the doctor's office.

It says way too much about your ordeal that I'm thinking you maybe only had one today, and how great that is, if it's so.

ita, I'm still looking for that.

sarameg, I think I've found my new tag.

It's the other way around -- they're not from Earth, we're from Kobol. We're the lost tribe.

Oh, okay, that's kind of cool, too. I just like the lost history bit, I think. I like that there's a lost before. Star Trek (what I recall of it) seemed to have be too sanitary for my taste. I don't know how to explain what I dig, but it doesn't matter to me if we're from Kobol. It's that there's a fromness. Never mind. Still liking it.

But its slogan: "Squeeze, rub, groom and done."

Oh god, I know.

To tie in the ripping-people-off-by-accident to the earlier conversation about splitting bills, I had a run where people kept putting me in charge of the check, and I kept fucking it up and making people pay too much. One time, it meant that we left a HUNORMOUS tip, but another time it meant that one person basically paid double. Oops. In that case, I did have a rationale in my head, but it wasn't actually communicated to the table.

I think that the girl who may have to pull an all-nighter gets to have some dibs on the attempts to exploit the energy and efficiency of the recently-unemplyed organised lady-who-can-kill-people-with-her-pinky person, whose timezone still has sun in it.

Or maybe I just wanted for an excuse to whine with the whole "all nighter" concept inside. Hmm. I'm not sure, though. If I really wanted to whine properly, I would have inserted the whole "while supposedly on hiliday" thing inside. Oh, wait. Oops.

I am so sleepy, I have to read every sentence twice before it makes any sense. Maybe I should go to bed instead of watching Grey's Anatomy.