I'm just mad at popular culture for perpetuating the lie that men want sex All The Time.

Maybe not *want* it all the time, but certainly *thinks* of it all the time... o heck, me? Ya, wants all the time, probably cuz not getting any of the time

Truth be told it was less than three weeks ago the last time I had that feeling of having had enough sex. I'm a big whiny baby who should stfu.

:: envy ::

Nothing's going to top winning that Real Genius contest though.

Hee. That did indeed rock. But frankly I worked harder on winning that Bible quiz, for which I got a maroon-coloured pennant. Go figure.

Seriously, I think that having your very own washer/dryer is better than sex. Most of the time, anyway. And that's not dissing sex. Washer/dryer in the house is just that good.

Oh, word. 4th-floor walk-up + 3-month old in cloth diapers...I think I'd give up my refrigerator before I'd give up my w/d.

When I lived with Emily in Cambridge, we didn't have a w/d, and it about did me in. I said I would NEVER do that again. I've got a w/d in the basement here, and it is heaven.

I have coffee this morning! It does appear that only the grinder in the coffee maker broke. So, I'll just buy a new grinder, or buy ground coffee. So, yay!

I've had a crappy morning already. I overslept, my alarm is messing up I don't know if I'm sleeping through it or it's set wrong, I checked it last night and It hought it was set right.

I keep having nightmares, not scary monster night mares, but emotional nightmares. Last night the bare outline of the dream was I was hanging out with this guy (based on someone I know IRL) and we were getting close, but he's married, but it wasn't cheating. Just being friends, but he cut it off because it felt like cheating. I keep having dreams about relationships and I'll be half asleep and feeling a sense of profound loss and loneliness and frustration and it's not a good way to start the day. That coupled with everything else just makes me want to go back home, curl up and cry.

Woot, Vortex! Congratulations! I'll happily volunteer my DH to help you carry heavy stuff, and I can help with the smaller stuff (keep me away from the books, I'll get distracted by the shiny words and start reading and be no help at all).

My DH and I saw a house last night that might be worthy of a bid from us, if we can figure out that it won't cost us oodles of money to drop a .75 bath into the stack. Lucky me, I get to talk to mortgage people and contractors today in addition to the law students who have an assigment due tomorrow!

{{askye}} You are not alone. There are people here in the box who care about you, unconditionally.

Oh, askye. Hugs, hon. I hate those kinds of dreams.

We now have a w/d in our new place. (Yay new place!!) After 10 years of schlepping to landromats or always bust building machines, I will be wasjing a washcloth or a single air of panties. JUST BECAUSE I CAN.

{{{askye}}} We love you, darlin'. Never doubt it.

Happy Birthday, Trudy!