I need to go see the Pep Boys about my flat tire (which rests comfortably in the back of my car) and also buy a garbage can and other useful stuff. It's cold and rainy out and I feel like stuff you scrape off the bottom of your shoe. The thought of sitting around in an automotive place while they do something about the tire is depressing me. I'd rather be fighting off infinite numbers of toddlers, frankly, even if they all have poopy diapers.

Ugh, Theodosia.

a b'day present to me

I skipped lots and lots and apparently in honor of your birthday, I ended up right on that post I just quoted. The universe wanted me to wish you "happy birthday" (it's not on the Buffista Calendar) - I had to post!

Happy birthday, msbelle! I hope the day will be lovely and the year will be wonderful.

Um, hi, everybody! I miss you guys. How are y'all doing?

Happy Birthday, msbelle!

Hi Nilly!

It's a holiday - some of us have off today. But not me.

Happy birthday, msbelle!

I woke up abruptly around 5 when my Ambien (I'm guessing) wore off. I watched some Deadwood and went back to bed. I then had a Deadwood-inspired dream, but what freaked me out is how I woke up. I'd swear that someone grabbed my shoulders and yanked me away from whoever I was talking to in the dream. That violent jerking is what woke me up, and it truly felt like it had happened in real life.

Freaky.

About the killer kids--they're trying to kill you? How? What do they know about killing? Swarming you from all angles?

I wouldn't think the snow fort would do you much good. More like providing them with a ramp of bodies so they can attack you from higher up too.

Now, assuming that these kids don't stop to cry or have tantrums or get scared and run away, I'd say the main factors are how fast they move. Because worst comes to worst, it's about them swarming you. When the piles of dead children build up, it makes it easier for them to drop on you. Or you could have kids grabbing you at the ankles, both ankles, while other kids climb over those to grab you higher up until you're covered in the wee things.

Can someone go get me some blueberries? And some cookies, just in case?

I am at work, which is made better by knowing today is the birthday of the amazing MsBelle! Happy day, sweets!

Hi Nilly!

That violent jerking is what woke me up, and it truly felt like it had happened in real life.

That is freaky. Brains are weird.

A) Piles of dead and ravening children? Upsetting.
B) Mmm, blueberries
C) What is up with all the nightmares? I've been having them too, mostly tied into or using characters from the old videos I've been burning off to dvd. Betrayal by long lost family members, rescue by long lost mentors. Lots of violence. Very unsettling.

t waves at tommyrot

It's a holiday

I've been teaching for 6 hours (um, not the same students!), and before that I had a lecture. So I left the room here on around 10:30am. When I came back inside, on around 6pm, after running and standing constantly on my feet and never sitting and waving my hands around and talking loudly all day, this other student who sits in this room, who wasn't even here when I left in the morning (or in the two hours I was there beforehand), mocked my time of arrival with "Good Morning!" (="It's dark outside, and now you remember to show up?"). I couldn't help it. I just sat down and burst out laughing.

ita, I'm throwing cookies at the screen. Gently, because I don't want to damage either it or the cookies. You shouldn't get crumbs, right? Also, since we have no blueberries here, I'm afraid I can't throw them at the screen. They would probably stick to it more than the cookies, maybe even make spluch noises, but I'm afraid that can't be helped.

And with that, I have to run out. Sigh. Um, I mean, "Bye"! It rhymes. Does that count?

[Edit: Hi, Jesse! Bye, Jesse! At least I got the "bye" part right this time!]