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.

vw, I hope the day improves. TGIF and all that!

Sox, I know your LJ name but I do not know if you want me to put it here as it involves your RL last name. Kudos to your DH for taking you away!

Oh, it's not bad. It was just like, good grief! I haven't had my coffee yet!

I read the obit for Harvey Korman this morning. At one point, he was contemplating why he wasn't really star material and said, "Give me something bizarre to do ... or put me in a dress" and he was good. He may have been one of us. (I can think of no higher praise.)

my first official leadership position! Shiny!

Tres shiny!

DH was almost offered a job in Allentown once. Fortunately the paper's budget got gutted at the last minute and they had to hire him as a freelancer instead, which meant (for us) that we got the money anyway AND didn't have to move to Allentown. (Which I've always been curious about on a "Why does it show up in so many Broadway musicals?" level, but not enough to want to live there.)

And since this is the clutter/organization thread, I present to you a completely awesome blog that will allow you to pretend like you're getting rid of clutter while you're actually just fucking around on the internet.