You're just a rebel.

What can I say? I like to live on the edge.

People! Where are you? Talk about something...

I have over an hour to get myself organised for my next big chunk of work (before I run off to have a massage during my slightly early lunch break--it's weird to think my massages cost more than my ER visits, but they are less bad for me).

On the way in I decided that if I'm doing Moulin Noir, I may have to call myself a can't can't girl.

We'll see. I think I just want an excuse for major raccoon eye makeup.

Okay--let me go find links or something.

People! Where are you? Talk about something...

I'm obsessed with the fact my toenails need clipping, but I have to wait until I get home to do it.

Sorry, that's all I got.

I'm sorry, but she must be making mashed potatoes in some strange Great Depression way, because I always thought you peeled them first and therefore could tell if they were rotten before you boiled them.

I like bits of peel in my mashed potatoes, but I always chop them into smaller pieces before I boil them. Because otherwise it would take forever instead of being a fairly quick side dish.

Radar Magazine's overrated list.

The true and sad story of the Singing Nun.

I don't boil my mashies, I bake them (so they don't get waterlogged). But I still think I'd be able to tell if a potato was far gone enough to be BLACK inside without an X-ray!

People! Where are you? Talk about something...

I went to get lunch, since nobody was talking.

Happy birthday, Sophia!

Yay for childcare and no cancer, Kat and Susan!!!

I was already running late this morning due to sleeping in waaaay late, and was in the bathroom just about to jump into the shower when someone knocked on the door. The village building inspector chose my apartment in her random pick of places to inspect! Why do they always seem to arrive just as I'm about to get wet? (The maintenance guys popped by at a similar moment last month to get everything reviewed for the inspection.) So, I ended up being even later. Le sigh.

It's too early for me to go to lunch. I am hungry, but I absolutely can't think of anything to get for lunch. I seem to have slight heartburn, so I will avoid pizza or pasta for lunch.

I hate it when I'm hungry but nothing I can think of sounds appetizing. What usually happens is I get hungry enough to eat something anyway, or else I head on off and get something expensive like crab legs, because those are always nummy....

How important is it for the business end of a USB drive to stay covered? I've got a rubber housing for my mose useful drive, and it's beginning to come apart. I don't know how to replace the cover and I don't know how crucial it is.