Urghh. Just called in sick to krav with massive migraine. My bedroom's such an unholy mess that I recoil at the idea of putting foot in there. But from here in the living room I'm privy to some (pretty good) live piano. Which I don't want to be.

Well, to be honest, I don't want to move. I'm pretty much napping between sentences of this post. Right. Where was I? Urrgh. And I have a job search call still to make. I hope I can avoid sounding like death warmed over.

What happened to sake and comic books? You lame-o.

Might still do that if I can stay awake long enough. Peapod came the second I posted.

People kept asking me to do my job today, and I didn't have any time to play on the internets, until just now, when it's almost leaving time.

HATE THAT.

Stupid work. Having jobs, getting jobs, all more trouble than it's worth. Except for the paying-for-things part.

I KNOW!

ita, this is probably late, but here's to wishing you some clarity for the phone call and for the migraine to abate.

Man, I wish I didn't need a paycheck.

ita, the silicone earplugs work really well. If you ever get the chance to get some.

You know, I kinda associate silicone with boobs, and I had an extremely weird visual of ita with....well, she can kill me with her nail clippers, so I won't say.

But it was odd. . .

Mentioned elsewhere, I'm reeling that they are promoting a movie as heroic and inspiring and whatnot and it's about the Spartans at Thermypolae. It was strategic and all that, but....oy.

mini-meara thing:

Inconsistent sizing in women's clothes, especially pants, drives me nutso. I'm a hard-to-fit shape anyway; don't make it worse, people... But how do you women wear men's pants? I've tried them and they just don't fit the hips.

The thing about cats is, they're efficient in their activity. They run around like CRAZY, but for a short period of time. Then they snooze. It's a lifestyle I aspire to.

You know, really, that's about how I live. Frantic activity, collapse on couch, leap up yowling, run around pointlessly, collapse in bed.

Matt, I love the Atkins diet! I've done it twice and have lost weight both times (and kept most of it off). Who told you to eat grapefruit? Eugh. Too much sugar AND too tart.

I find myself much less bothered by the scary ghosts when cats are around. They're still there, but at least the cats let me know it.