There has been entirely too much work today. I would like a gold star for not running away and putting blankets over my head--and that's even before the work started.
Everything in me is screaming that I should cancel physical therapy and run home, but I'm going to hold out, dammit. I'm a big girl. I can do this.
You ever have a guy that got away? Okay, I have tons, because they all get away from me. One of them just got back in touch with me, and he's still gotten away, what with relationship and all, and in his catch-up note mentions that he used to dream of sailing away with me, when he was single...
Why does no one (watch as creepy guys suddenly start doing it) say that to me when there's a diem to be carped? Tsk.
Unrelatedly, every public bathroom I've been to in LA has those disposable seat covers. (Told you it was unrelated). Is that an LA thing? A California thing? Something the US started doing while I was driving across the country? I swear I hadn't seen them in Michigan.
I think more-public bathrooms tend to have them. Like, all airport bathrooms do, but I don't think the one on the floor in my office building does. Although we have a blessed lack of seat-peers, so I haven't ever wanted one there.
The Daily Puppy gets to me later and later.
And the draw for Wimbledon is out.
A very Buffista artist (he has a show going on downtown right now).
I think it is a Ca thing, ita. I didn't really see seat covers in CT
Well, fuck. A good friend just got a diagnosis of early stages MS.
Aw, damn, sarameg. Sorry about that.
Manageable treatment, early stages, she already knew she would likely have motility issues later in life (bad fibro, arthritis- she's my age) blahblahblah. I know she'll deal ok, and that right now, the hardest part for her is telling others and dealing with their reactions (she gave a clear outline of what would not help.) I just wish ...well, that it wasn't.
Screw the climate-control. Let 'em burn.
But I want them retrievable. I mean, what if one random year, I give up all semblance of self-control for Lent?
Also Narrator!Niece a/k/a Princess of the World, is 8 years old today. Party is tomorrow. We are expecting pink.
YIKES! Too fast. I shouldn't be surprised. Julia has been 8 for nearly 7 months, but still.
If I remember anything at all about Narrator!Niece, you'd better do more than expect pink. You'd best produce it.
And where the holy heck have you been? I don't think I like your job any more.
Ugh, your poor friend, sara.
So, in addition to my ridiculous real-estate browsing habit in New York, now I'm looking at places in Las Vegas. Dude! We decided it would be too hard to go in on a vacation place! STOP LOOKING.
