Glad that your co-coder's gf is doing better. ~ma for beth's friend.

So tired. But, only one more class till the end of the semester!

Arrgh! I am all pissed off. I try not to talk about work too much but I just had this guy in my office asking me to *break the law* (on videotape). He was crying and trying to make me feel guilty about stuff that is not my fault.

Wow, Stephanie, what a manipulative butthead. In your shoes, after a certain threshold of weeny-whinging had been reached, I would find a little enjoyment out of thwarting him. You appear to be a better person than I, feeling bad because you are (not the cause but perhaps) the agent of someone else's bad feelings.

Yay for good news from Sox's co-coder's gf. Good news is always welcome here.

Well, normally in that situation, I act dumb and ask people to be more clear (since they never are). This time, I finally asked him if he cared about his children so much, why would he ask me to risk my ability to take care of my children for him?

Yikes, Stephanie!

I cut my run short this morning by almost 1/2 mile. Bad me, no biscuit! But I am hurting this morning. For Thursday's run I think I'll go to the gym and not do it outside.

...so, I need to not be indulging in wistful/lecherous/romantic/hopeful fantasy thoughts about my former academic daughter. Whom I've not seen since we were at University. Whom I never actually slept with, other than in a strictly literal spooning USTy sense. Who's just posted to facebook that she's separating from her husband. Who has kids, for God's sake (despite the fact that she will always be jailbait to me).

Yes. Because I'm fairly sure that this is not a helpful response.

Good one, Stephanie.

Fay, why not have a little fun fantasizing? Unless it really hurts to come back to reality.

Alpha-bits.

So I had a bunch of apples that we got back in September, and some strawberries that have been in the freezer forever, plus blueberries and blackberries that had been in the freezer just a few months. Pealed and cut up the apples, dumped 'em in a pot with the berries, a bit of water, a nice glob of honey, and a splash of lemon juice. Is this fruit soup or cheesecake topping?

so, I need to not be indulging in wistful/lecherous/romantic/hopeful fantasy thoughts about my former academic daughter.

Um, why? Fantasies, yay!

Fantasies, yay!

Well, yes - but what I mean in this case is that it's probably not particularly good to be thinking 'Hey! She's single! And we had this whole stupid unconsumated romance thing full of poetry and romantic walks and handholding and all that crap! And I've always had a soft spot for her, and kicked myself for 'doing the decent thing' and trying to not take advantage of her when she was vulnerable and blah blah blah regret cakes, and maybe I should go up to Scotland and we could live happily ever after as Big Gay Lovers and I'd help raise her children! Yeah!'

Because, you know, I'm making my own life - and hers, more to the point - into bad fanfic.