Thanksgiving is going to be a non-event for me this year--and hopefully by the time Christmas rolls around it'll be less painful to travel.
ita, you're welcome to join us for Thanksgiving if you'd like. Aimee and Miracleman and ND and I are co-hosting a local orphans' Thanksgiving at our house. I'll stick you on the evite just in case.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESSICA!
ION, gronk. Stupid internal alarm clock, don't you know it's Sunday morning? LET ME SLEEP IN.
Felicitations on the Anniversary of Your Natal Day, Jessica! May there be laughter and fun and cake! With candles, and may the year ahead be joyous and full of prosperity. Many happy returns.
Happy, happy birthday, Jessica! Enjoy!
Much happy birthday-ness to Jessica!
The penguin is ridiculous with the cute. It's even a penguin backpack!
The penguin is ridiculous with the cute. It's even a penguin backpack!
I know! And the waddle just killed me ded.
So I'm watching Cruel Intentions (in memory of Reese-n-Ryan!), and it's funny how everyone in it is recognizable. I forgot that the shrink's daughter is Tara Reid, and the guy in bed with Pacey is the boss on Ugly Betty. Funny.
Thank you, Kristin. That's really really nice of you. But I'm 97% sure I'm just going to draw myself into my little shell and just stay home.
Yesterday was a minor miracle, abetted by acupuncture in the morning, and the day's major migraine keeping itself between lunch and the birthday party--and the minor migraine during lunch eventually responded to the meds I threw at it.
I had the most peculiarly strong dream about Angel. I was Buffy, or at least in her position somehow. He was on his knees, gripping my/her legs and bawling about how he just wanted to be able to die properly, to leave a corpse behind for a real burial, not explode into ash.
This may be because I'm mainlining S2 in chunks. Still very odd. He was so terribly terribly upset.