I quake in fear that one day my tendency to go hide in my cave will trigger a Buffista check.
Me too. But then again, there's a good chance I'm lying face down in a ditch in my apartment somewhere.
Count me in as waiting impatiently for tommyrot news.
I am so sapped today. Quite sad. I have outside pants on, but it's not helping me get outside. But by this point I might as well mail the important letter any time before Monday at noon.
I just bought three pairs of super cute shoes for under $100.
SHOOZ OM NOM NOM.
Still no word from tommyrot? I am both worried, and feeling guilty that I didn't notice sooner.
I have outside pants on, but I'm spending the day doing filing and cleaning. I even made rice pudding this morning. Nom nom nom.
I worry sometimes that if something happens to me, my online friends won't know. But then I remember that Java Cat knows my sister, so she'd find out and pass the word.
I bought the fixings for chili-- it may not quite be football weather 'round these parts, but I'ma making football food tomorrow, dammit.
Still nothing from tommyrot?
If something happened to me no one would know. My mother tried to institute daily emails, but she can't even keep it up.
I think work would notice before anyone else did if I went missing. Not sure what they'd do about it, but they would probably notice.
I am not doing anything. I thought I would be doing laundry, but they decided to paint the laundry room today.
Oh, damn. Laundry. I need to do that. And also wash my sheets and comforter.
What shoes did you get, shrift?