Except I want to have plans. I just don't want to do anything.

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My friend Jim at Making Light is inspiring more interesting talk about seatbelts:

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How are you feeling, Kat?

Laura, i'm feeling okay. I fear I overdo things. Because stillness is not a natural trait for me.

I went to UCLA for work stuff. I left at 11:00. My writing folks gave me my favorite gift ever: a travelling breast pump. SO EXPENSIVE but so good. And so necessary. Not glam or cute, but totally practical for what I'm going through.

Also, My up every 4 or so hours is getting to me.

And I love Macy Gray's new song Glad You're Here, which came out on the day the twins were born.

well errands were interesting.

First PO where we got a box with a new to us used camera for mac. Same model as my old camera and the one we gave him in Ethiopia (it broke about 2 months ago). Expecting a happy mac from this, I got a sulky pouty mcpouterson. He quickly moved on to obstinate disobeier and slapper of me.

Then he got dragged home and sent to his room. I decided to start in on a DVD since I was neither talking or looking at him until he apologized and decided he could act right. 40 minutes later he had apologized and we wer back out to finish the errands.

3 drug stores and a grocery store later and we finally had all we needed. We stopped for soda and ended up getting lunch.

Now home and a video on. Later we will cut his hair with the new clippers we just bought. I am not sure I need to, but I am gonna watch the how to cut hair DVD they provided.

ooooooooh! haircut! yoiks! good luck, msbelle.

I have errands. But I also have napping to catch up on. What to do?

I did errands, and I should be doing laundry, but I think a nap is going to come first.

And I love Macy Gray's new song Glad You're Here, which came out on the day the twins were born.

They have their own herald (I have no idea if that's the right word. The announcement fanfare thing) song!

Word of advice, msbelle, from my mom's own misadventures: don't start giggling and do not nick his ear. My dad never let her cut his hair again.

I'm glad the tantrum passed and the day has resumed.

Errands done. I think I'm just going to have to admit I need to use the internet for finding a lampshade. I realize most people would go there first, but I am strangely reticent about shopping online, partly because delivery is so difficult.

Next up is cleaning. I've picked up, but I want to hear a piece on the radio first, and the vacuum will drown that out. Oh, I can file paid bills! (I really need to do something about entertaining me.)

A fairly graphic article on what typically happens to victims of car accidents who aren't wearing seatbelts: [link]

The article and many of the comments address the whole "thrown clear" nonsense.

Sure, you hear people talking about wanting to be “thrown clear” in the event of an accident. If you want to simulate being “thrown clear,” go to the fifth floor of a building and jump out the window.

Let’s talk briefly about being thrown clear, because it happens more often than you’d think. Unrestrained driver: side impact. Vehicle spins. Driver goes out the window. In one case I recall, the driver was half-way out his window when the vehicle rolled over on top of him. That was the second-most grotesque scene I’ve ever been to. Another scene, the driver went out the window when it spun. The vehicle went into a snow bank and was drivable from the scene. The driver went into a river and drowned.

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Sure, there are accidents where being held in place by a seatbelt puts you in place for an impalement while being thrown out of the vehicle turns out better all around, but still, that isn't the majority of the cases. They're more in the "my uncle smoked three packs a day for sixty years, and he died at age ninety when he was shot by a jealous husband" sort of story. Yeah, the guy's uncle didn't die of lung cancer. But that doesn't mean that smoking is good for you.

Flowbee!

Okay, I gotta go get the rest of the stuff from my car. $100 at Bed Bath and Beyond, $100 in groceries. Ow.

Seems doing nothing is even more important today--I managed to undo some of the great work the masseuse did, same day even. So once all the stuff is up from my car, eating, lying down, perhaps dying hair, lying down, but most importantly, muscle relaxants.

I text messaged my sister a teaser for dirty gossip, and three minutes later my mother called. What a freakout. But I checked the phone again--I had sent it to the right person. Why my mother was convinced I'd just called her is beside me.

She has a nasty almost-psychic trait I've grown to hate ever since, the morning after I lost my virginity, she called to ask how I was doing and if any of my friends had done anything special for me the day before.

Kat--know this may not be believable, but what time do you want to do brekkie tomorrow and where? I made sure I only have ONE THING to do all day tomorrow, and that's to see you. I can meet you at home or near the hospital or whatever.