I am horribly tired. This is what happens when you stay up too late reading old school Harry Potter fic, man. UGH.

I'm still wanting to rip the spine out of the crazyperson who claimed she once confronted me about what a big fat liar I am and I backed down.

I wonder: does gravity work on her imaginary planet? Are there shrimp? I mean, I haven't seen delusions of grandeur like this since a friend in high school took me aside and confided that he was one of the X-Men.

I feel like I'm 12. I'm in the backseat of my mom's car fighting for a square foot of space beside the piles of cardboard boxes stacked up. My mom is being annoyed by my gram (who's the other front seat passenger). Yep, just like old times.

Actually, I'm drunk.

Woo hoo!

Call your parents now!

I endorse this plan.

(Though everything I say has no credence because I'm back in therapy and not ready to talk about the why, but just felt the need to mention that my Crazy, oh my Crazy is big and technicolor.)

I just skipped ahead about 1300 posts to tell all you Wednesday childrens that my dentist's office had it, "Wednesday's child is in the know."

WOOT!

Not that I'm nagging you or anything, but how's the job hunt going, Theo?

Dude, where are your Craigslist links? You're slipping, Scola....

Tour de France! No spoilers, no coherent thoughts, but dude.

amych, don't think I haven't been obsessing about it, especially as they're hiring in BOSTON!!1! I'm supposed to go to Tim Spaulding's parents house for an LT cookout on Saturday, and I'll have my business cards along. Worst that can happen is that I can pick up some tips from Tim about how to go about learning PHP and MySQL. It turns out that Abby is ex-Houghton Mifflin, so I've got some possible networking ins, there too.

Tom, Lotus has mostly moved out to Rt 128 at this point, since the IBM takeover. I drive past the old buildings in Cambridge and occasionally sob. ;-)

I don't know if you are still reading Bobbi-- but I work for nurse educators! And their aren't very many of them because! and Welcome!

Also, that Pooh/piglet quote is one of my favorites-- I still have a card from my high school best friend with it, and it still makes me happy to think of her, even though I don't see her to often (she is currently in Turkey!)

Also-- does anyone have any suggestions for book cases/storage. I used to have all these wooden pear crates that I used, but they are starting to fall aprt (I have had them since 1991, so no real surprise). They don't really make crates like that anymore, so I think I am going to have to spring for bookcases, but I have a lot of requirements, so I don't know if I can:

1. I hate laminate.
2. I don't want to spend a lot of $$$$
3. I have to order on-line or take a cab as I have no car.
4. I live by myself on the second floor, so I have to be able to drag it up there.
5. It has to be fairly easy for one person to put together.
6. I have A LOT of books

I have been thinking about trying to build a bookcase with bricks/boards as that seems a) cheap and b) sort of neat, but I am not sure how sturdy it would be. I am also not above repurposing things (I have a shoe rack that used to be a mail sorter), but nothing I find seems to be able to be repurposed

I figured you might be, Theo -- I mean, I keep obsessing about it, and I have a house and a job umptyhundred miles away.

serial, Tour de France! Dude!

(Dude is trying to give me the heart wackiness, I swear it.)

Tour de France, spoilers:

Seriously, what the hell? Time trial win! Then yesterday, wiped out. Then I turned on the TV this morning, and win!

Also, if the GC guys don't get their asses in shape, Rassmussen is going to win this thing.

Believe me, I'm down with your Also. Skeletor must not conquer Castle Grayskull! He's the Overlord of Evil! C'mon, boys!

On the plus side, liking Contador a whole lot, in spite of my known bias against the mountain men. And the Colombian newb has been a hoot, even if he makes Skeletor look chunky.