This is the day that never ends...

Word.

It just goes on and on like a muther fucker.

The Internets, people! Think of the Internets.

Honestly, I'm not sure because my life's so weird and cycling between not-adult(asking for rides) to WAY adult(having friends die)

The Internets, people! Think of the Internets.

t is soothed

I'm torn between being happy because the review went okay (yay!) even though I don't know yet how much the raise will be because the boss forgot her password to get into the pay range page on the intranet (boo!), happy because I'm taking tomorrow off to go coat shopping and relax (yay!), or depressed because I'm pricing out cheap exercise bikes on the internet (yay! for exercise, boo! because I need to soooo badly). Dad's going to ask what I want for Christmas, and I want to present him with a printout saying, "This, and can I get it now so I can start working out early?"

I don't know what to say about the yeahs and nays, but a belated CONGRATULATIONS and WAY TO GO!!!! on the official going to library school decision. I know folks who have gone to UI's distance program, and it was great for them.

That seems like a fine plan, Kathy.

So, Court TV has this new series, Murder By The Book, which has crime fiction authors talking about real crime that is significant to them in some way. They whole series must have been done because of this first episode, because it's James Ellroy talking about his mother's murder. Dude is CREEPY. He keeps calling her "my hated and lusted for mother."

Sigh. Here I thought it'd be easy to catch up with Natter, only like, 150 posts....and then come to find out there's another 200 in a new thread? No fair!

But mmmm, all the Thanksgiving talk...

My family tends to be "traditional" as in, very little variation. My mom tried an oyster stuffing one year and my dad revolted

She's not joking. One year I brought ScaryWhitePeople food to Vortex's family Thanksgiving (aka green bean casserole with the onions on top!). They were highly suspicious. (Turns out they were afraid I had used canned green beans, which...ew)

Most of the things on that Marie Clare list aren't too bad--mammogram, a financial advisor, a membership to a museum, a favorite charity...(hmm, together that DOES sound rich, but it doesn't have to be!)

Heh. I feel (more) grownup because I finally have more kitchen stuff? I had lots of baking things (muffin tins and cookie sheets and pie pans and such), but threw thanksgiving dinner when SA came out for Turkey Day a few years back, and had to borrow pots and pans from friends, because I had one pot and one pan. Doh.

But the prospect of OWNING PROPERTY has me pretty freaked out, because no way am I grown-up enough to OWN PROPERTY.

But, dude. There's an ALIEN LIFE FORM INSIDE YOU! How is that not more terrifying??

I dunno, meara, any 13 year old can get knocked up. It takes a Grown Up to get a mortgage.