I'm just running out of things to write about. Also, I need to memorize and recite a poem. I'm deciding between Lucille Clifton and Judy Grahn.
I'm so unable to memorize shit that I think I should really go with Dr. Suess.
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.
I'm just running out of things to write about. Also, I need to memorize and recite a poem. I'm deciding between Lucille Clifton and Judy Grahn.
I'm so unable to memorize shit that I think I should really go with Dr. Suess.
the shape of Peter Gallagher's careerWhich is as it should be.
And really the middle step is unnecessary to me.
I missed the first part of Gallagher's career, but I'm oddly fond of that middle step. I have some of a girlcrush on whatsername.
For dinner I ended up making linguine with chicken and peas, in a garlic and olive oil sauce with a dash of lemon.
Yeah, it was pretty good.
That sounds delish!
ita, do you ever read thrillers? I'm reading a Lee Child book, and thought of you, because there's always a fair amount of hand-to-hand fighting, extensively described.
As an English major, I'm pretty sure I should know what a Villanelle is, but I don't.
I had a massage this morning. You would think I would feel badly when the masseuse told me that it would take a whole other session to get rid of the knots in my upper back and shoulders, but I felt incredibly validated. ("See, I was really tense!") Even if he didn't get all the knots out I felt totally blissed out when I left. But of course then I ran into someone who totally harshed my mellow, and that set the tone for the rest of the day.
Why was mac up at 5?!!? so grouchy.
msbelle, I suspect he's communicating with Owen. O was up around 5:30 a.m. this morning, too. He pounded on our bedroom door, I woke up, bundled his ass back to bed where he promptly went back to sleep. Of course then I *couldn't* get back to sleep and spent my hours from 5:30-7:30 surfing aimlessly.
The b.org is dead at 6 a.m. EST on a Saturday morning, by the way.
It's single-digits cold as ass here tonight. I'm eating left-over birthday cake and watching SPN.
I missed the first part of Gallagher's careersex, lies?
Go forth and Netflix it. You may not like him but it's a good role.
You would think I would feel badly when the masseuse told me that it would take a whole other session to get rid of the knots in my upper back and shoulders, but I felt incredibly validated.
Ha! I once had someone suggest I set up monthly appointments for a while.
Jesse, this guy did suggest that. And I am going back in three weeks. But our insurance only covers about 6 a year, so no monthly massages for me.
Also, because the session was completely covered by my insurance, I gave the guy a 25% tip.