'allo, duckies.

Loving the pink hair.

The Tokeloaf pic makes me think "Oh, the light, it burns!!!"

I'm struggling with homework. Hence, here I am!

I met D at Barnes and Noble before we went to see Indy this afternoon. I went to get something at the cafe and then remembered their cafe service is terrible and D wasn't finding anything he wanted so we ended up leaving a bookstore without buying anything. It was weird.

I feel very, very lonely tonight. Not entirely sure why.

It may have something to do with the fact that I visited a doctor last week, and she declared me sexually inactive. This happened after this conversation:

Doctor: "Drugs? Including mari-joo-anna?" (fully pronounced)
Me: "Not so much, since college anyway."
Doctor: "Sexually active?"
Me: "... in theory."
Doctor: "So... how long?"
Me: [Time]
Doctor: "I'm going to check 'no' then."
Me, entirely internally: "Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. Ouch."

ouch Gris, that sucks.

meara, if the Tuesday you guys were talking about in Natter last week is the one coming up this week I might be able to join you guys for dinner.

Oh, Gris, I hear you. In less than a month I will have been single for EIGHT YEARS. Not uh, inactive that whole time, but still. EIGHT. WTF.

Doctor: "I'm going to check 'no' then."

Me, entirely internally: "Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch. Ouch."

Yeah, Gris, been there done that. In the past couple years I've at least been able to make it SOUND good, because for a while I was like "Well, I'm dating someone in Minnesota" or recently "Well, not since I moved to Seattle" but it's now starting to have been a while since I moved to Seattle...in a few more months the answer will start be more like "Um, I have been. Once upon a time."

meara, if the Tuesday you guys were talking about in Natter last week is the one coming up this week I might be able to join you guys for dinner.

Yeah, the one in two days. When K and I figure it out, she can let you know, I guess--I'm assuming she's got your digits. :)

Pretty pink hair!

I'm feeling moderately productive. I've washed dishes, did two loads of laundry, judged a writing contest entry, and gone through Annabel's clothes and filled two medium-sized boxes with outgrown stuff that was taking up space in her dresser.

House is still a mess, there's a pile of laundry on the bed, and I haven't written anything on the WIP yet, though. Of course, writing normally happens after AB is in bed.

In less than a month I will have been single for EIGHT YEARS. Not uh, inactive that whole time, but still. EIGHT. WTF.

And how ridiculous is that?? Because smonster is a SEXY BEAST!! A...sexy MONSTER in fact!! HOT HOT HOT, she is! She can shake it like a polaroid picture! She can take care of things like an hot earth MOMMA! And talk circles of exciting theory round your head like an angel. What hope do the rest of us have, I ask you??

I should go read some more trashy romances about straight people having improbable sex in impractical situations and clothing 200 years ago. That will make me feel better.

Gris I totally feel you there. I need a woman. *sigh*

I'm assuming she's got your digits

she does indeed