Life is brutal, erika.

Welcome, L.R.! And what everyone else said about "aww, Holli's all grown up now!" with a side of "Dear god, that must mean I'm OLD now!"

I am desperately fighting off a cold. If it will just stay away until, say, Monday night? And then be gone again by Friday? That would be accetable. (Better if it retreat in defeat, but...). But I have PLANS on Saturday (not to mention a five hour plane ride) that would be rather derailed by hacking up a lung. Damn you, body!

I spent the evening at the home of a leather daddy and his butch wife, doing DIY leatherwork. We ended up making me red leather pasties for when I am Ms. Santa for their group. What on earth has my life become, I ask you?

What on earth has my life become, I ask you?

Really. Freaking. Awesome.

Oy. I was once again, out of my house before the sun rose. The third time this week. This morning for blood tests before work. I can't wait until I've been at this job long enough to start slacking and making my Doctor's appts in the middle of the work day.

Sue, that's nuts.

Also nuts is my coworker who left midday yesterday puking, and sent me a message this morning saying she was up sick all night but might try to come in. Because she HAS been at this job long enough to take a freaking sick day!

Sue, that's nuts.

Well, you know, the sun's not rising until 7:30, but that's usually when I wake up. The worst thing is that I am also waking up early on the mornings when I don't have to. But am I going to sleep any earlier? No.

I am meeting my friend who is visiting from PEI after work and we are then going to see Feist. I don't know how I am going to make it through the end of the show without a nap in there somewhere.

Today I took a 206 bus, which was full of kids on their way to Evanston High School. One kid got sat behind me and called his dad on hid cell. The kid wanted to go out to celebrate the one year anniversary with his girlfriend, so he was asking his dad if he could do some cleaning around the house for some money. What followed was a long negotiation over what he would clean and how much he'd get payed.

At one point the kid says, "You want me to clean the kitchen and the basement for only $30? Come on, dad - the basement is full of spider webs, and I'm arachnophobic!" Then he argued that if his dad hired a maid, it would cost so much, and so on.

The kid was a good negotiator.

In a post-industrial, office-job world, I think it's nuts to have to get up before the sun, no matter what time that is. Which my family mocked me about over Thanksgiving, when I was bitching about the shift in daylight savings time, but I don't care. It's not right!

Since mercury freezes at -39C, shooting frozen mercury bullets would be fairly difficult. The kinetic energy imparted on the bullet by firing alone may melt it, presuming you fired the gun from a very, very cold icebox.

Um... a hollow frozen mercury bullet filled with liquid helium?