Very briefly, they found a guy dead at his kitchen table. On the table was a tiny little dollhouse replica of the room, right down to the dead guy and the pattern of the blood pool.
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Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
dude. that's freaking cool.
Hey, Kat! Long time no read.
Been swamped. I blame Chaucer and Dickens. Who thought Grad School was a good idea again?
Kat, I'm desperately hoping you were asleep for the entire time in between your last two posts. Grad school is only a good idea if you aren't working fulltime as well, silly!
Well, it's the one doctor prescribing it all.
That's good. But still. I will just mention that they thought my grandmother had lupus for a while, and started treating it, but the lupus-like symptoms turned out to be a reaction to some other medication she was taking.
I just don't want to take it.
Well, yeah.
Every time I watch Iron Chef, Bobby Flay loses.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Every time I watch Iron Chef, Bobby Flay loses.
I so miss my cable.
I feel subhuman.
Aw, ita. So do I. And yet, I'm at work. Mostly because, hey, only my third week, despite the roommate urging me to stay home. To be honest, I could do my job from home, but I don't know how to, uh, broach that at this point in my employment.
Also, why is it only on days what I feel like crud that boys fumble money and bump into walls whenever I appear? Is it the cloud of malevolence following me everywhere, or just my awesome outfit? I may never know.
mac has new shoes. payless to the rescue, as I refuse to pay a lot of $$ foir shoes that will be gorwn out of quickly. velcro sneakers and some slip ons. He already had some gently used converse all-star lace-ups from a friend, so he is all set now.
No news on a new court date.
I've got all the addresses I need now. And they are carefully tucked into a real live addressbook, not living anonymously under the futon.
I really wish they'd upgrade my browser at work. (or web code would be more universal-access, but that's a dream I fear I must let die.) Apparently now, when I post comments to lj, I double post. And can't delete. And it does really funky stuff to some people's styles. So sorry all who get the stutter!
No news on a new court date.
Feh.