Was that the time with the thing and the guy?

Now I don't know.

Now I don't know.

I'm gonna call that a victory of sorts.

Hooray jeans!

Ok, between the interview with a local Auschwitz survivor and the storycore piece where an elderly father tearfully told his son that the best thing he ever did in life was the two dollars he spent on the marriage license to his now late wife, my radio is trying to turn me into a salty soggy lump.

Parker Stevenson's neck has never been big enough.

Tomorrow I am going to get up bright and early, go buy food and comics, then go to see a play with Johanna in the afternoon, then maybe do something with Daniel.

The getting up early & hitting the store part does depend on me getting to bed at a decent hour, but since I'm currently trying to find something to do that will keep me awake until 11, I feel cautiously optimistic.

Sunday will probably feature laundry. And some work I brought home. Oh, and maybe I'll try to catch up on Galactica while I do both of those things.

I have never made a decent investment in jeans that actually fit. I tend to make do with Old Navy, but I would love a few pairs of truly well-fitting jeans, even if it meant spending some cash. Being short and short-waisted makes jeans-shopping a nightmare. Too bad Kat doesn't have a personal shopping side business--I'd hire her!

Then again, I'm pretty annoyed with most of my clothes right now. Nothing fits. Oh wait...that's not my clothes' fault, is it. Grumble.

Edited because I really meant "annoyed," not "annoying." Though I may be.

My half-formed wish for plans tonight has not been granted. Which is good, since I have a fucker of a migraine and can't quite keep still with it.

I do have seven million things on TiVo and stored on the laptop to watch. I just would rather...okay, I have no idea what I'd rather do, if the migraine's gonna stay. Something.

Ponies for charity.

I seem to be sitting at home with no good TV! Boo! Man, I really dislike Ghost Whisperer!

My plans for this weekend involve making dress patterns. Yay?!?

Also, I am trying to google "scar Pain" because I have scars from last year's cat attack that still hurt, especially if I push on them (I Know, don't push on them), but instead am coming up with all these Harry Potter fanfictions whre his scar hurts!

That's hilarious, Sophia. Not the pain, the google.

I just started watching Grey's, but have to share a prediction I saw on another board: Meredith says, "I died, Derek. I was dead." Can't you totally hear it?

Sophia, I had scar tissue on my thigh where I got hit by a car that was hard and sore for many years after.