Is that really an optical illusion? I mean, it doesn't strictly seem like that--more like FX.
I've had this particular headache (plus extra) since Monday morning, and I have no idea how I do this, or why. My will to live is extra sapped. But I have an 8am meeting this morning, so it's all moot.
As in, I guess, my will would be sapped anyway.
Sue, thanks for the Girls Next Door update. I can't imagine watching much more of it, but the more prurient side of me can't believe what people will put on TV. That being said, it was totally more sane and healthy-looking than that Kardashian show, which was a trainwreck of therapy appointments.
Somehow, though, Hef came across as very sexless.
Is that really an optical illusion? I mean, it doesn't strictly seem like that--more like FX.
Umm, if you rotate the picture it's FX, but if you turn your head 90 degrees instead, it's an optical illusion? I dunno....
eta: Wait, pictures that look like something else when you turn them upside down are considered optical illusions, so I'm gonna stick with that....
Mike Huckabee is in favor of repealing the Laws of Thermodynamics:
I think we ought to be out there talking about ways to reduce energy consumption and waste. And we ought to declare that we will be free of energy consumption in this country within a decade, bold as that is.
Mike Huckabee is in favor of repealing the Laws of Thermodynamics:
Heh. Or maybe when he says "we will be free of energy consumption in this country," he means that we will all be dead.
So I wake up, think
red sky at morning, sailors take warning
and promptly go back to sleep. Ahrg. Cartoony scramble to get ready and I'm not that late. I'm amazed at my ability to come up with reasons that I really don't need to get up when the alarm goes off. (the light was really red this morning.)
Maybe your subconscious is telling you that you should be a sailor, sara.
Maybe your subconscious is telling you that you should be a sailor, sara.
A sailor that takes warning more than she takes delight? Maybe her subconscious is tell her, "I want to be a sailor, but it's probably not worth the trouble. Never mind. What's for breakfast?"
I used to sail! Actually, I know what my subconscious is telling me: don't wanna get up.
sarameg was bitten by a dhow.
I was up at 5 because the dog got up and I tried to see if he'd just go back to sleep but the big cat kept rubbing against him and blocking his path to his sleepin' chair and so I had to get up and take him outside. Which these days involves carrying him downstairs. Then he decided to eat all his food when he came back in and I had to wait for him to come back upstairs (if I left him down while I went back to sleep he'd pace around downstairs all confused about where I was). poor old elderly dog...but dag I'm tired.
