I drove home from the grocery store with the top down.

I went across the Bay Bridge and back (and into the Berkeley hills, too) on the motorcycle. It was a good day for riding.

It's gorgeous in SF today.

Not Safe For Work (but very amusing): A Dutch commercial for classes in English.

There is a massive party going on somewhere on my block. Possibly two. Loud fiesta music, laughter, and people speaking Spanish very quickly; and nary a parking spot to be found on both sides of the entire length of our block. Craziness, there's usually scads of parking.

I am tempted to crash it and seek yummy food, but I think my blonde, pale-assed self would have difficulty blending in. Damn! My neighbors throw a helluva shindig.

This had me crying.

It's very poignant. Oddly, though, I feel the writing collapsed towards the end of the article.

My today is a big old nothing. Acupuncture and massage cancelled on me, I cancelled on therapy. So I've been moving *very* slowly (still have the killer migraine) and reacquainting myself with my camera.

Today was supposed to be very social,but stuff went kafluy at for Matt today. So he has been working here at home. I could have done some cleaning, some yard work, or even a load of laundry. But instead I played on the internets, watched the first 5 episodes of the tomorrow people and I am now watching a new batman cartoon. When I was a kid my mom would have made me vacuum the family room and clean my room. I vote that being a grown up is more fun. ( ok, so matt's day isn't fun at all)

ok we just order pizza delivery. from a place less than a mile away. It would be 20 minutes faster if we went to get it. Lazy

I fell down, went boom this morning.

Me too! Down the subway stairs. I noticed in the late afternoon that my ankle was all swole up, but I guess it's OK.

I am glad I didn't bend over backward to keep plans with a grad school friend who was supposed to be in town tonight, since she got stuck in Albany with the government. So now I'm ready for bed.

I am a good wife.DH had that dead look from working too hard when you weren't expecting to work at all. There was a Clash special on PBS that I recorded -- two minutes into it he looked much more alive

There was a Clash special on PBS that I recorded --

ears perk up

Really?

cereal:

One of these days, I swear I will fucking learn to eat before my blood sugar goes crashing through the floor. I will also learn that scones, whilst tasty, are not the best remedy for aforementioned plummeting blood sugar.

Baby carrots and hummus, nomnomnom.