Yay! for J&E!
Yay! and congratulations to Brenda!
Thank goodness, and thank you for checking in, Raq. I never had a problem distinguishing which RPG, which I'm not really happy about. I'd be glad if war was role-play rather than rockets and grenades.
Coffee-ma, Cindy. I've found a chai latte that I lovelovelove, and they'll make it up for me with erzatz tea. I could probably steep straight cardamom and cinnamon with skim milk or vanilla silk and get the same result. But then cardamom probably makes your frammis gland turn inside out--you can't win.
Oh, Vortex. I bet the bathroom smells nice, though, huh?
yeah. and my bandaid smells GREAT
Vortex, which perfume had an untimely demise?
Jo Malone's Lime, Basil and Mandarin I wouldn't normally spend this kind of money on a fragrance, but I fell in love with it, and stayed in love with it. Usually, I get tired of a scent after half a bottle or so. This one, I still love.
Vortex, that sounds lovely. So sorry your bottle broke. As Sparky points out, slo-mo disasters are especially sucky.
I don't know what would happen if I went caffeine-less. I drink tea (or diet soda) all day long, up till bedtime. I suspect at this point I might actually be immune. It certainly doesn't keep me from falling asleep at night, and (sadly) I think my wake-up cigarette has as much to do with waking me up as my first cup of tea does.
Actually, that's a lie -- the caffeine part. If I go without for too long, I will get a headache. But the caffeine itself doesn't make me jittery or anxious. Although, who knows how I'd feel if I went off it completely?
So sad, Vortex. That smells yummy.
Please to know the word doesn't offend me.
And Cindy, my renaming of the weapon for the young comes from actually having the nephlet around a lot. So I really do have to remember that there are places / people around whom I should not say "fuck". But I am glad to know it doesn't offend as it tends to hang around my vocabulary like the feral word it is.
Morning, All.
Allow me to add to the round of Thanks that all is well with you and yours, Raq. Thankfully I saw your posts last night so when I heard about the bombing this morning I could just feel all well-informed rather than worried.
Congrats, Jess & E! Congrats CaBil & Ms. H!
Brenda, have a great last day. Try not to snicker too loudly at the poor shnooks who have to come back there on Monday.
ION, I'm having a minor spaz. As I was driving in this morning, there were a handful of cops running a "speed trap" (quotes because legal, don't know what you call it when it's legal). They were kind of disguised by a curve of the road, so I didn't see them until I was nearly on top of them. I glance down at my speedometer, and of course I was speeding so I tap my brakes a bit and resign myself to Lady Luck as to whether they got me. As I'm about to come level with them, one of the cops starts stepping out into the street, way too close to my truck (in motion) for comfort. But he still had the radar gun in his hands, and didn't seem to be signaling at me. I look in the rearview, and there's a sportscar behind me in the other lane, so I think that's who he's after and keep going while recovering from the heart attack he nearly gave me by stepping into the traffic. But as I'm continuing on to work I start panicking, "What if I was the one he wanted, and I didn't notice him signaling me because of looking down at my speedometer? Surely one of the other cops (there were at least three) got my license. They won't have my work address, but what if they arrest me at home tonight for failure to yield, resisting arrest, or who knows what? It's Mom's birthday today! I can't have her bailing me out of jail on her birthday!" and etc. As soon as I got into work I called my friend who's with LA Sherriffs and asked him to run my license and make sure there's no BOLO, or Wants and Warrants or anything. I realized right before I called him that since they had motorcycles, if they really wanted me, they could have come after me right then - and I kept checking my rearview, believe me. So, I'm breathing again, but I still don't think I'll be breathing normally until I hear back from W that I'm not WANTED. (Grumble, grumble, not answering his cellphone just 'cause he's busy protecting and serving. Whatever).
If I go without for too long, I will get a headache. But the caffeine itself doesn't make me jittery or anxious. Although, who knows how I'd feel if I went off it completely?
Once I realized that I could go through the withdrawals but not really notice the immediate effects? It's why I am fairly decaf in life now. Still psychologically addicted to coffee though. But a cup or five of good (and this is key) decaf and I am pleased. I'm not militant about it, but I avoid it when convenient. No more caffeine withdrawal headaches!
Now if I could just shake the heroin.
Big friendly giant?
Awww! Emmett's favorite Dahl.
Got a call on the train this morning from JZ: "OMGWTF RPG?!" I told her Raq was okay.
Maybe heroin would help with my anxiety!
But then cardamom probably makes your frammis gland turn inside out--you can't win.
I bet it my frammis gland already is inside out.
I can't drink tea, these days. It gives me heartburn, even though coffee doesn't. Weird, I know. I was a huge tea devotee, and had a schedule much like Sail has (except I let myself have full caf until noon).
Hopefully, between cutting down and remembering to actually eat breakfast and lunch (rather than cookies), I'll feel better soon.
