Ah, the beverage that proves you are what you drink.

I had no alcohol last night, but filled up to my eye teeth on half price all-you-can-eat steak. And woke up before my alarm this morning bristling with energy.

I just had a meeting which we all got to look at a detailed chart which showed how many phone calls I was going to make that I didn't--in a colored chart. Bleagh. The only comfort is that none of the three of us who were making all these calls met our mark. Still, feh.

I'm with you in solidarity, Robin -- I just emailed two people I was supposed to call on Monday, if not sooner. I finally decided if I was never going to call them, I should still make some kind of contact! Ugh.

I hate to jinx it, but I might have a childcare solution in the future. Noah and I have an appointment at 1:30. So love it ma requested.

I'm also watching FNL on DVD, which I got from Amazon for cheap. Loved the pilot, so far.

I have, literally, a million things to get done.

Burrell, sorry about the sick. That totally sucks.

Also, also, did I mention that Polgara gave me Avenue Q tickets for my birthday. We went and it was brilliant enough that I think I might go again before it goes away.

A British Broadcasting Corp. investigation has uncovered four new instances of audience deception, including one in which a children's TV show faked the results of an online poll to name its cat, the BBC said Thursday.

Scandal!

Also, Robin, thanks for the Noah watching! It allowed us lots of lovely Awake with Grace time.

I'm just so glad to be heading back to LA in the morning.

We had a new student start today, and it turns out that his name is... His parents must be very strange.

That doesn't surprise me--that name still garners tremendous amounts of respect and admiration. [Name] is a friend of mine from college. He was the III (grandson of the original). I believe his father was an only and neither his nor his brother's kids would be old enough, so I think you can rule out descendant and just go with wacky fan.

I am so very grumpy today. I have the flu. I spent most of last night doubled over wishing I was vomiting. And now? I'm watching the kids. Turns out moms don't get sick days.

When we went to visit my sister a few months ago, she got the flu and I was really happy I was there to be able to "mom" her a little. I could send her to bed and deal with the kids and nag her to drink fluids and stuff. I know that moms don't get to do that.

Thirding the nap idea. I almost didn't leave therapy because her couch was so comfy. I asked if next week I could just show up and nap for 50 minutes, probably be more productive than therapy (I didn't say that last part).

Am I the only one who thinks Prince Harry is the hot one? I know the nazi costume thing makes him a total douchenozzle, but I seem to have a genetic preference for Irish looking dudes. Any takers? Buffistas, help a girl out.