That would rock.
But with my luck, third law is probably a 3g feature.
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That would rock.
But with my luck, third law is probably a 3g feature.
At the very least, you should really, truly, get a ratty old keyboard that still works, wrap it up in the prettiest, snazziest gift wrap ever, and Oh, so graciously, give it to them as a parting gift.
But with my luck, third law is probably a 3g feature.
Bwah!
Okay, off to sleep. It's 3:30 in the morning! Buenos Noches! (or "good nachos" as someone thought I said tonight)
I love that people are still up and posting right now. I, too, should be asleep, but that is nsm happening right now. I miss ND. (Silly, I know, since he's only been gone a couple of days and will be back tomorrow night, but there you go.)
Shh, I'm not really here. I'm in bed, sleeping.
Or I should have been, a half hour ago. Instead, I am self-medicating with a brownie bought at the gas station/convenience store I stopped at on the way home from being lost, and getting ready to hunt for fic.
am either sleeping or about to pick up the Carson McCullers collected works that's in my bag in the next room. Bad.
I suck at sleeping when DH is away too Kristin.
Eta : that was not a word.
Mmm, brownie and books.
I'm going to try to go to sleep now, though. I have a 10am phone interview for an online course I may be teaching this summer, so I need to at least pretend to sleep. I'm so friggin' glad I don't have to drive to work tomorrow.
Night, loves.
I love that people are still up and posting right now.
Truly, my powers of endurance are prodigious.
Timelies all! Party day! YAY!
I've already had a confrontation with a neighbor. Must be Friday! I feel for this woman because I'm pretty sure she's probably fairly ill in the mental department. She's a hoarder and goes through trash on trash day. We don't put our trash out until as late in the morning as possible to try to avoid the going-through-trash. Well, we were too early this morning, apparently. When I was bringing Toto up from his walk she was going through the recycling, so I decided to just leave her. But, when I came back down with some more trash, she was going through ripped-open bags in the trash cans, and so I talked to her about it yet again. She insisted that she didn't rip open the bags; they were already that way. But what pissed me off the most is she was taking empty pill bottles. Blech.