So I went to Papa John's online, but then they asked me for credit card information, and that means getting out of bed, so I caught up in Bitches instead. Which has done nothing to bring food closer to my stomach.

Maybe if I get some ginger ale on the way to the credit cards (am I really on some low glycemic index regimen?) I can finally finish the order.

Congratulations on the new job, ita!

I caught up in Bitches instead. Which has done nothing to bring food closer to my stomach.

No, sadly it does not, but it brings us closer to your heart....

Which is to say, YAY iTA! Go you with your new job.

I so almost ordered from Papa John's tonight. But I settled for spinach fetticine instead.

So. I just went through all my foreign coins. I have a lot of Austrian coins, oddly. Didn't spent much time there (maybe a week, tops.) But I have a fair amount of Soviet kopeks and rubles. Stamped from the '50s and '60s. Kinda weird. At first I thought they might be my grandparents' relics, but I have no swedish crowns, so they are probably my acquisitions from 1991. I guess I left most of my czech koruny and hellers with my friends there.

It's odd to think I have currency worth nothing now, but that has historical relevence. I have paper rubles from 1961. Odd.

Papa Johns makes me very happy. Thin crust pizza YUM.

I just got back from picking up McDonald's because it's close.

It's odd to think I have currency worth nothing now, but that has historical relevence. I have paper rubles from 1961. Odd.

Ooh, like confederate currency, but newer. I listened to a story on NPR about a place in France that was drumming up business by continuing to accept and give change in Francs rather than Euros. Only slightly related. It seemed more relevant in my head.

OK, now I'm picturing you at the makeup counter, and the salesperson is going, "So, are you going to buy paper-white foundation.... or did I just blow your MIND??"

It's more me muttering "no way this is right" over the samples at Target. I should hit a make up counter and see if it's a more transcendent experience.

Welcome home, Robin!

Congrats on hunting and bringing down the wild job, ita!

I am watching last night's 30 Rock for the second time because it rules. I just realized this time how much I am, in fact, Liz Lemon: it's not just the glasses and the obsession with food, but we wore the EXACT SAME outfits to work this week and she also has two-inch dark-brown roots! Now I don't feel so bad about being approximately six months behind on my color.

I love the idea of bon bon being Liz Lemon and vice versa. Also, I haven't posted with you very much, bon... congrats on your good news!

actually good news abounds! ita, a non-huge- commutey job sounds fabulous!

Robin! Glad you are home.

I'm starving and yet exhausted. Make food or go back to bed?

Make food and eat in bed.