Why I Prefer Heat to Cold
Both make me cranky when I can't escape them, like now, when the goddamned air outside is cooler than 81 inside, but it isn't moving and the fans aren't quite enough in dragging it in. However, heat makes me cranky and RAGEY. Cold makes me cranky and pathetic. Rage in me is much more proactive. Pathetic is just whiney. Oh, and cold physically painful whereas heat is just sweaty.
So. I'm not trading summer for winter. I just want my a/c available.
I should be packing, but I can't figure out what to wear. I have to say, high of 65-ish is perfect in some ways, but I have no idea how to dress for it! Esp. given my skirt-oriented wardrobe -- it seems like pants would be easier. I'm thinking boots and bare legs.
"My job is a job to make decisions. I'm a decision—if the job description were, what do you do—it's decision maker."—George Bush, Tipp City, Ohio, April 19, 2007
You could substitute "smurf" for all the important words and it'd make more sense:
My smurf is a smurf to make smurfs. I'm a smurf -- if the job description were, what do you smurf - it's a smurf maker."
Wait, so Bush can't remember his own fauxcabulary? And is that a good sign or a bad?
Narrator, Christopher turned 7, today. Is there any legal action I can take? $1.00 insent.
Oh, damn! I had no idea Roger Ebert had been so ill. Still, sounds like he's on an upswing.
Wow. Kudos to McGill: [link]
Oh, damn! I had no idea Roger Ebert had been so ill. Still, sounds like he's on an upswing.
Me neither. That article made my allergies act up. Good for him.
Wow. Kudos to McGill: [link]
Seriously, brenda.
McGill's done some seriously amazing work on the medical front.
Of course, they've got some things to make up for too. (See: CIA brainwashing experiments.)