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.

I can hear it Jesse. I am half watching Grey's, which I half watched last night during the commercial breaks from The OC, I think. Which I agree was perhaps the most over-the top thing ever, but still fun, and open ended enough for everyone to be happy, I think.

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

Thanks Sue. I mean, it seems normal, but my doctor really did't talk about it and I am having the Harry Potter touble with google, so it is nice to hear I am not alone. The weird thing is that the scar that hurts is the only bite site (I had about six) to not be painful and infected during the initial attack aftermath. This is the only one where it was in deep tissue (my calf) as oppsoed to on my ankles, wrists and hands. My scars are actually still pretty scary, and kind of funny, because the ones on my hand and wrist look exactly like bites, so they are quite the conversation peice.