Mom is doing better. She will be in the hospital for a couple of days, but she looked good when we visited yesterday. I'm not going to be able to get down there today, but I will call her when it is a more reasonable hour.

Need. To. Shower.

Don't. Wanna. Move.

If there's a Hot Topic, that may be your best bet, Aims. Also, let me re-iterate that you should go tonight.

Glad to hear that you're all right, Suzi!

you should go tonight.

Yeah, I know. Me not going wouldn't hurt them at all, it would only hurt me and I should know by now that cutting off my nose to spite my face still makes my face hurt like sunuvabitch.

So I'll go. Although maybe not as elaborate as I was going to be.

Hey babe - when you were spulunking through the boxes, did you come across one with any fabric in it? Specifically black tulle?

Although, I'll tell you, I'm theeeese close to not even caring about tonight. I wouldn't want my dad subsidizing my reading habits.

We're going, dammit.

re: Fabric. Not that I recall. I can look later, though.

holy !@!# meara! [yes - I'm slow]. And madly skimming for Raq - ack?!

::ack - generally, with a 4:45 am shadow::

re: Fabric. Not that I recall. I can look later, though.

No big.

Should we take Em?

Raq, that's scary as hell about your neice. Good luck to her and the baby. May the crazy husband fall down a long flight of stairs.

Dress her in a pillowcase! House elf!

a 4:45 am shadow

Her name is Iris. I-r-i-s. You birthed her, silly.

What I hate about my new job: Professors who think I will drop everything to find sources to back up the statements they want to make in their articles. Especially when it means dealing with materials out of my specialty, which means possibly having to make field trips to other libraries.

I'm not their research assistant, although I will offer research assistance. I don't work for them, but I will work with them.