Oh, man. Surgery~ma to Grace and possible-surgery~ma to Noah! Be well and strong, little Buffistas!

I couldn't think of a better way to say this, so Ima quote it. Kat, please remember that I'm right around the corner from the hospital, so if you need a sanity break during one of your visits, please feel free to call.

Library Thing frightens me. It's one of those things that sounds wonderful, but would surely prove so addictive I'd never leave the computer.

This is exactly why I haven't even gone to the website. Addictive plus compulsive = very bad for Kristins.

Oh, and in case anyone is wondering why I'm posting in the middle of the night, my insomnia has decided to pay a little visit. How nice of it! The funny thing is that I had to take muscle relaxers and a Vicoden about an hour ago because I tweaked my back while redecorating/rearranging the bedroom tonight, so my insomnia is paired with a loopy brain. Trying to walk in a straight line in order to fetch my laptop was an interesting experiment. Which failed, spectacularly.

Tomorrow morning is Easter(ish) brunch with Tom Scola (who's currently sleeping soundly in our guest room) and some of the LAistas. I'd really like to not fall asleep in my blueberry pancakes. That would be good.

I'm rambling. Vicoden pretty. Insomnia bad.

Hm. Apparently Vicoden also leads to double-posting. Oops. Then again, since no one else is likely awake, it's a little like someone else is talking to me! I have a feeling I'm not making too much sense.

I got up at 6am today. I never get up at 6am.

I got up just before 7 AM. That's with a 2 hour insomnia break in the middle of the night, where I listed 30 books on BookMooch.

I now have a 40 item shelf of unread books -- not that I didn't have them before, but now they're all in one place, oppressing me with their unreadness. Still, 40 unread out of 261 listed isn't obscene, is it? Also, because my unread books mostly tend to lurk up here in the office, whereas the bulk of my read books tend to be downstairs, the ratio may be extremely skewed at this point.

I'm pathetically excited at the idea that I'll actually have my library enumerated. I've never had a good count of what I've got.

Jelly Toast:

Oh CRAP! My plan to go out grocery shopping early this morning and maybe buy a printer in the afternoon is going to go afoul of the fact that it's EASTER, isn't it?

Even, since I'm unemployed, I can go tomorrow morning after rush hour is over, doesn't make up for the annoyance. Feh.

Yeah, I just realised I have no coffee and chocolate, and the shops are likely closed outside. And tomorrow, too, as bank holiday here.

Curse my lack of planning.

Huh. I forgot it was Easter, too. The stores I'm headed for may be open, though.

I'm running out of money. I need more money. I need to stop buying shoes.

hahahaha! Right.

Happy Easter everybody!

I know for some of you Easter means failed shopping plans, for some it means brunch with Tom Scola (wish I was going to be there, but I'm busy), for others--like me--it means seeing family and friends. And Easter baskets.

I need my morning coffee. Oy. Right now I'm wishing that I had set up the coffee maker last night, but I didn't because I was elbow deep in grading. I hate setting it up in the morning because of the whole not-had-my-coffee-yet part of it.

I'm about to go outside with the vague hope I can find an open shop for essentials (ie caffeine and chocolate goodness). If I can't find anywhere I may resort to begging.

Peep! Happy Easter to those that celebrate. Also, thank you Allyson.

Lots of surgery ~ma and calm ~ma headed to Kat and Grace. Thrive little precious babies!