Face it, folks. We are all a bunch of internet geeks. We are some of the shiniest, foamiest internet geeks on the planet, but we are still internet geeks. Introverted is just the beginning of that.

True, dat.

Cashmere, that sucks. I hope your book is interesting and that there is a good place to get food near where you are.

Cash, did the box I sent you arrive?

I should be going to work, but there is no internet there. I *hate* not having internet.

Stephanie, it did! Thank you! Liv immediately put on the pjs in it and Owen managed to sip into one of the jumpers as I was unpacking.

Awesome! I'm so glad the clothes will be loved. A mom at Frisco's daycare dropped off a bouncy seat that he loves and will sleep in (and it's hard to get him to sleep anywhere). She was all angsty about leaving it but when I told her how much he loves it, it made her feel better. That's exactly how I feel about baby clothes. As long as I give them to friends, I'm happy.

::sits in the corner with her book::

Carry on.

Thank god my family is more or less in tune with my need to be *away* for periods of time.

Very early on my parents learned that at big family gatherings (which happened about monthly) baby Trudy needed to go for a walk every so often. As I got older they would send me on errands to the farm stand or let me watch television by myself in my Grandparents' room for a while. Without that sensitivity I'd have lost it with lots of family, itty bitty house, and me too young to drink...

Face it, folks. We are all a bunch of internet geeks.

Heh. You know how at most parties there is a little room somewhere with two or three people being anti-social? They've found a computer or they're tidying the kitchen or they're having some earnest conversation about something they saw on Frontline? With us that side room is almost the entire party, isn't it?

Thank god my family is more or less in tune with my need to be *away* for periods of time.

My mother still thinks that I am capable of carrying on a conversation and answering questions first thing in the morning.

I feel like I should have learned things like planning and organization by now. Everyone else seems to be able to do it, and I just can't.

::raises hand:: me, too. I've started Flylady, and I've been trying various things from various websites, and maybe I'm starting to pull it together. Just maybe, just a tiny bit. Let me know if you want any links.

The way my bookshelves are "organized" would drive you to tears. Pete doesn't even try and find books, he just asks me where I put them. But I have them arranged in the way it makes sense in my head.

Ha. I just put all my cds into wallets, and they are so random. Then there was the time I arranged amyth's DVDs by the genres in my head, which included "Pretty People" (e.g. Pillow Book), "Performance Camp" (e.g. Stomp the Yard), and "Fucked Up Shit" (Mullholland Dr.).

What was it about the SF2F? I went freakin' crazy and have avoided you all ever since.

Huh. Yeah, amyth, katep and I ended up hiding and watching SPN in our room for a while. I'd forgotten that.

I am a Virgo, but not organized. However, I am FREAKY anal-retentive about certain things. Like, if things have a place, and aren't there when I go to look for them, I have a mini-rage blackout. Am also anal about what cloth is used for what - washing dishes, drying hands, drying dishes. Yes, freaky. I had a previous roommate who pulled *my bath towel* off the rack to mop up a spill on the kitchen floor, and couldn't see why I might be annoyed about that. He's also the one who broke a bunch of shit and tried to lie about it, and who for 3 months used my Bath and Body Works shower gel instead of getting his own soap. When I called him on it, he just switched to my Dr. Bronner's - STILL didn't buy his own. Yeah, thank god he moved out after 3 mos so I didn't have to kick him out. Stinky hipster boy.

amyth and I are still negotiating stuff as roommates. We were at my parents' house the other night, and I made sure to point out the precise and orderly way in which my mother loads the dishwasher. Seriously, it was a revelation to me that you can put stuff in haphazardly and IT WILL STILL GET CLEAN.

Or, who doesn't know my safe word.

::starts guessing:: Waterloo? Rutabega? Bhutros Bhutros Gali?

One of the things with Wallybee is that being with her, for the most part, recharges me. It's like, she doesn't intrude on my personal space, she is my personal space.

I am so happy that BT found his Wallybee, and hope that someday I'll find mine.

I am a raging extrovert. I think my ideal work situation would be like Danny and Casey in Sports Night. I get overwhelmed at the f2fs, too, but not so much that it's not worth it. I am also shy. I think I shared this after the DC f2f, but one reason I dance all the time is so I don't have to talk to people. This is also why I gravitate to small children. With them I can just make faces and silly noises, and they usually think I'm pretty awesome. It's bad when I'm around other shy people - I manage not to think, "Maybe they're shy, too," but instead "OMG they must hate me I'ma not say anything."

My bookshelves are the only thing I am organized about. Too much time working in libraries and a bookstore to not keep books organized. Everything else is a complete mess.