That Jonestown documentary was something. I always knew the story - the outlines of it anyway - but I don't think I'd ever grasped the militarization and the level of coercion. Or, OTOH, the apparent integration - racial, age, etc. I think that's part of what affected me so much, seeing how wrong it all went.

Sox has cool shoes?

I find this idea very amusing. I have also been drinking all afternoon. The math is left to the reader as an exercise.

Also, welcome, Sox.

Also also, from my experience, closet space makes a big difference to quality of life, though I'm coming at it from comparing "none" to "some" rather than "not much" to "a decent amount". The second place sounds good, sj, though I can see where 2nd floor could be problematic. No elevator, I take it?

You know what's weird? When you can see locked lj posts on your friends list at one point and then you go back to respond to a comment and...nope, not allowed. If you're irked at someone, block them on the first go-round, you know?

This has just not been my week and it's only Tuesday.

Tonight I made a new recipe -- Lemon Asparagus Pasta. I didn't have enough lemon peel and so it's not lemony enough. But that's okay. Except when I went to turnoff the heat I turned it UP. and got distracted by American Idol and when I realized this my pasta was scrambled. It had eggs and milk and part of the pasta is burned to the bottom.

I think it's still edible, but so frustrating.

You know what's weird? When you can see locked lj posts on your friends list at one point and then you go back to respond to a comment and...nope, not allowed. If you're irked at someone, block them on the first go-round, you know?

Ugh. Someone blocked you?

The very low-key birthday party went well. I'm exhausted though.

I still need to work up our municipal taxes. I should do that tonight to get it over with. I'm paralyzed by not caring very much.

Oh, that's too bad that it got scrambled, askye. Sounds pretty yummy, regardless. Lemon and asparagus is pretty much a good combination.

Apparently. Which, you know, fine. But after I've commented? And not a "oops, meant to friends-lock this" - it already was. What-ev.

I still need to work up our municipal taxes. I should do that tonight to get it over with. I'm paralyzed by not caring very much.

We're doing our taxes April 14. April fricking 14.

I can't believe Owen turns 3, tomorrow. It's inconceivable to me. I remember when you were like a day late for your period.

I think Cash must be mistaken. It's the only answer.