I'm sorry that your mother's leaving too, Kat, but it's lovely that Grace got such quality time with her.

I've been put on these painkiller patches, and they're not quite sticky enough. One just slipped off in the shower, and I'm not sure if I reapply it, or toss it and start a new one. I don't remember that in the instructions.

Sit on it? Shit. I don't know either!

Laptop screen working again. Freaky!!

You know what's good in a totally bad way? Lightly toasted bread with unsalted butter and a sprinkle of bacon salt.

A great Onion editorial by Jimmy Carter: [link]

Funny because it's true.

Oh, what's that I hear? The weather's all screwy? You got a global warming problem? Boo-fucking-hoo! I was telling you morons to turn off your lights and unplug all your shit at night to conserve energy in 19-fuckin'-75, for chrissake. Gee, I wonder what woulda happened if we'd all switched to solar power like I fucking did back when we had a fucking chance to do something about it. Think we'd still be sucking Saudi Arabia's dick like a five-dollar whore? I sure as fuck didn't get no fancy Oscar for that little spiel, though, did I? No. But Al Gore, that cum-sucking pig, steals the shit from me and now he's the greatest thing since Jesus Christ made a fucking sandwich.

Well, he can lick my asshole right after George W. Bush, that fuck.

But the whole thing is great.

You know what's good in a totally bad way? Lightly toasted bread with unsalted butter and a sprinkle of bacon salt.

I had no idea that Americans didn't know Frances is a girl's name

I think it's partly a generational thing, too. I know the difference, and I'm sure I learned things like that from my parents somehow, who were both born in the late '20s in America.

I have got to get me some bacon salt. Stat. (I am unsurprised that I am one with Cass in that.)

ETA: And with that, I'm for bed. G'night.

I really want bacon salt

You know what's good in a totally bad way? Lightly toasted bread with unsalted butter and a sprinkle of bacon salt.

Oooooh. That sounds really really good. Dear self, you aren't hungry. No really, you're not. You just had dinner about an hour ago, so you don't need bacon salt toast.

My gram's name is Frances, Burrell, so it makes me think happy thoughts.

Gram named my mom Eunice. Mom says could have been worse--Gram originally wanted to name her Wanda Hope. So not kidding.

Also, I think I'm getting a cold. Feh.

(I am unsurprised that I am one with Cass in that.)