I finally met my neighbor upstairs. She's a single mom with two kids (one preteen and one teen, I think)and seems very nice.

Hey Barb, Kate is wonderful...and I owe her some chapters. I'm just woefully low-self-esteemy about them right now.

I have matzo ball soup simmering on the stove. Slept all day, and still feel like I could sleep some more. Stupid sick.

Also got six new bras from Victoria's Secret because today was the last day of the semi-annual sale. Hoping they all fit.

Also got six new bras from Victoria's Secret because today was the last day of the semi-annual sale. Hoping they all fit.

Hi, Allyson! Were you able to figure out which style you were looking for?

I am so gronkified. I went to bed at about 6 am, woke up at ? from a dream that involved a Viggo Mortensen/Nathan Fillion hyrbid guy helping me clean up snow while I flew (don't ask me, I dunno either), fell beck into sleep with an EXTREMEL disturbing dream involving Lady Heather of CSI, a weird voodoo ritual that involved someone masturbating on my head and ME growing a penis, and then walking into a steel mill to find they had a secret MAC storage facility underneath it, with a vault of albums from the 80's.

WTFF?!

Now I'm supposed to stay the night at a friends so I can take her and her bf to the sirport at 6:30 in the morning, and then I have a detist appt. at 11:30.

I slept for 12 hours! How am I supposed to fall asleep enough to take them to the airport, and then make my appt. 5 hours later.

The insomniac logistics, they are confusing.

Need. coffee.

I couldn't remember so I got a couple of IPEX and a few different kinds of Infinity Edge.

I think part of the problem is that the almost daily workouts have changed my body shape a little bit and my current bras aren't fitting right.

*smooches Plei for the pimpage*

Hey Erin, probably SmartBitches (and thank you also for having the books for your class)-- I hang there and get my crank on from time to time. Speaking of getting my crank on, my "Romance Don't Love Me No More" post is going to go up on Romancing the Blog tomorrow and I'm fully expecting to have all the fangrrrls of the different genres tell me what a heretic I am. I'm rather looking forward to it, actually.

Also speaking of getting my crank on, I'm in Miami after an uneventful drive and my mother is acting like she's sixteen. The woman has actually dug up the pictures of my father that she didn't burn thirty years ago and has them framed and sitting on her dresser. Frankly, I'm amazed they didn't have kissy lipstick marks on the glass.

It's gonna be a lonnnnnnng thirty-six hours until I fly out of here. Oy.

I'm just woefully low-self-esteemy about them right now.

Allyson, I'm just going to pre-empt Jilli here and remind you to get your arse to Seattle.

That is all.

Ugh. Parental squeeage -- I can't imagine the eye rolliness of it.

Allyson, I do love the Very Sexy bras from VS, but I like my boobs to be hiked up to my chin and encased in 8 layers of steel. YBMV.

Girlie, I distinctly remember burning you all the Lyle Lovett I had, lo these many years ago (possibly before you moved into your current abode). Wha' happened?

I have zero recollection of this at all, I'm ashamed to say. Or... maybe? But I have no idea where. Maybe it got separated from the other CDs and ended up in a box at my dad's house, or maybe it was one of the smoke-damaged things that got tossed after the Berkeley apartment building caught fire, or for all I know it's been absorbed into Hec's music collection and is sitting on a shelf at home right now, plain as day.

In short, something has clearly eaten my brain.

In short, something has clearly eaten my brain.

Kids will do that to you.

And yes, Erin, there is much eye-rollage going on. I'm sitting in a Starbucks as I type because I had to escape after 45 minutes of squeeage and three references to how I'm "Stubborn as a mule, just like your father."

ACK