And Frank Iero's method of providing emotional support to a loved one seems to involve a complicated system of hugs and spankings, ass-grabbings, pardon me while I put my hands on your junk, and This Is My Tongue. My Tongue, Let Me Slip You It.

Oh, to be Gerard.

Dana would probably stage an intervention. Best not to start.

Oh, I'd let you be until SGA S4 premieres (which, according to epguides, is the end of September). As long as you didn't insist I participate.

Oh, to be Gerard.

I'd be pretty effing comforted.

I will just have to inflict my rhythm guitarists on you all.

Your rhythm guitarists, I like them. I don't know if I'd be comforted, exactly, but I wouldn't be sad.

As long as you didn't insist I participate.

Of course not. I have plenty of baby lesbians around to kidnap in case of a bandsquee emergency.

Man, I am so bummed about us not being able to go to Comicon this year. I'm missing everyone! Allyson, Neil Gaiman, Gerard Way ...

Apart from the whole GWay thang, yes, I wish we could be at SDCC. I even had someone ask today if I was signing there.

Why have no Buffistas purchased a private jet for us all to borrow? Whhhhhy?

Jilli, if we're ever going to go to SDCC, we will probably have to start planning in January.

Of course not. I have plenty of baby lesbians around to kidnap in case of a bandsquee emergency.

Wait, why do you need to borrow baby lesbians to squee about a boy band? I'm confused. Save me some baby lesbians!!

Okay, I have a dilemma. Lori's coming over to have Noah time

These are the options:

1. I could take a nap.
2. I should go visit Grace since I didn't yesterday.
3. I need to go back to Target since I forgot storage bags for breast milk.
4. I'd like to go to yoga.

Sigh. What to do?

I'm happy--I was on call for the bookstore tonight, which I assumed meant that I had to be available for them to call me in if needed, but I found out this afternoon meant that I have to call them to find out if I'm needed. But, I just called and I'm not needed, so I get to go home at 6:00 and finally get around to doing all my dishes that have been piling up and watch TV. Yay!

I'm liking the job so far, but I will say that my 41-y.o. body is not too big a fan of retail work yet. My 36-y.o. body was the last one to experience retail, and it wasn't too thrilled but dealt with it. It took about an hour and a half for my feet to stop spasming last night. I'm taking my first paycheck this weekend and seeing if I can find some good-quality shoes that have the comfort level of gym shoes but don't look like them to wear instead of the cheap-o Payless loafers I'm currently wearing because they're the only closed-toe shoes I have that aren't gym shoes. (Imelda Marcos, I am not.)

Kat, can you combine Target and yoga, and then visit Grace tomorrow?

Then again, getting some sleep might be in order now that you have a little person at home with you (yay, Noah!!).