Good luck, ita.

Still awake. Too much caffeine plus aching hip equals no sleep for Hil.

My biggest concern is appearing like the sort of person that goes around smashing into furniture.

I think that as long as you won't look like the kind of person that goes around and smashing the furniture out of rage, you'll be alright. My boss banned me from throwing stuff at my co-workers about a year ago, saying "sorry Shir, insurance just doesn't cover it anymore".

I saw a very cute dress last night, when I went to buy fabric for curtains (just bought fabric for my own room, but couldn't find anything for the living room's window before the stores were closed) and red henna for my hair (because I need something to take my mind off the braces for a while. Solid food, I miss thee). It's red-brownish (according to my not-color-shade-blind friend), long sleeves almost-mini dress, and it's only 70 NIS. With boots it'll be The Thing. But I'll see wait how I'm with money for next week, after I'll buy my friend her gifts for her bachelorette party (I think I found something small and symbolic - a key chain, because there's a phrase in Hebrew regarding marriage that says you're establishing a house and a home in Israel by marrying. I'll add something cute, like WWCD - What Would Cthulhu Do? to it. And a bottle of drink, so it won't look like I'm a cheap bastard). Anyway, the dress - I'm 23 year old, and finally acting like a girl when it comes to clothes. My friends' training apparently works.

Solid food, I miss thee

Hee. I'm biting out of one side of my mouth--it's very exciting.

I need to be sleeping, but I slept so long today (the light hurt my eyes too much to try anything else) so I'm up too late. But at least I'm doing work application stuff inbetween clearing off the TiVo. Watching the extreme plastic surgery episode of Secret Lives of Women. It's not quite what I thought. Only one is a woman having her face done and done and done--the other is a woman tidying up after gastric bypass. There's a bit of judgey judgey there because she's about to embark on 33K more surgery while they're still paying of the previous $60K--they already had to move from NorCal to, like, Dakota to free up money.

Huh. Doctor just said of her "I think she likes surgery." Those are scary words.

And the third woman is MTF who's already had her genitals done, but really, still looks like a 6'3 man. So face, boobs, and waist/hips. That doesn't strike me as addiction of any sort.

So, um, I skipped.

But I had a good reason! According to the Buffista Calendar, today is Trudy Booth's birthday.

Happy birthday, Trudy! With lots of wishes for a wonderful year!

[Edit: And I miss all y'all! It just that, I think that the only way to explain my total cocooning in the past couple of weeks is that I'm hibernating, as much as it's possible to do something like that in the Israeli summer and without a proper cave. And falling asleep in front of a computer is not safe for either the sleeper or the computer, so I hardly ever check how the outside world is doing any more. But once I stop having a baby's sleeping schedule, I definitely hope to post properly, finally, once more.]

Happy birthday, Trudy!

Hippo Birdies, Trudy!

Nilly, after an epic effort like you just did, I'm not surprised you haven't slept for a month!

Happy fucking birthday, Trudy!

Happy Birthday, Trudy!

Happy birthday, Trudy!

Happy birthday, Trudy!