I can vouch for those funky bandages. They minimize scarring, too.

Those things are the Way and the Light. I swear by them. In fact, I was rec'ing them earlier to someone in meatspace. And the blister ones.

somebody beat me to the bandaid recommendation.

Matt plays Jazz on Thursday nights at a local restaurant. a very good restaurant / tonights dinner ciapino just the way I like it- not to saucy and I could have told yo what every piece of seafood was by taste. perfect. I also found out that there are a billion people in this world that don't like it. crazy people. then dessert was an apple tart with cheddar cheese melted on it. Turns out that except for the chef no one on the kitchen staff had ever heard of such a thing. I thought Ca had sophisticated eaters. oh well, All I can say is nom,nom,nom,

including a yummy yummy slice of walnut, pear, and gorgonzola pizza.

If that's from the pizzeria I'm thinking it is, I've been flirting with trying it every time I've ordered pizza for the past couple of weeks (which has happened, um, way too often), but I haven't quite taken the plunge. Maybe next time I'll actually try it.

Party went well, though I didn't actually get a picture of my collage package due to my commute home being so hectic I didn't have time. But the person who ended up with the gift folded the paper carefully to save it because she liked the images, and I heard her and her neighbor in the circle musing over the mix of images (and between the actual historical images and the assorted actors, it was a mix) and deciding that the theme was "warriors." I hadn't thought of it in exactly those terms, but that's pretty much right.

So I sent mac to school today with typed letters for the asst. principal and the principal saying nicely "WTF, why no note home. what happened? what are you doing about it? what can be done to prevent it happening again?" It will be bcc'd to some folk at the Dept. of Ed. stoopids.

ION, I am tired and over it. I am getting to bed at an ok time and I should not be this tired.

Wow. I really cannot get going this morning. I was on time for work, but what's the point of that when I can't bring myself to actually do any work?? Gronk.

Dude. I'm glad you guys are checking in. For once I have to be up early to work, and it was all quiet and I was all, hey man.

Good for you, msbelle. And you have every right to be tired. Can you sneak in a nap today?

Now I have to go teach the SO's two guitar lessons this morning. Ulp.

Delicious and broccoli have no business being in the same sentence.

Wrod. It's the devil's vegatable. And not the devil from the special hell.

It's the devil's vegatable.

You speaketh the truth.

We failed to have a snowpocalypse last night. Instead, Chicago's blanketed with the kind of dense, gray fog that almost makes you believe the universe ends 100 feet from the lake shore.