The WSJ online has a headline that says "From Dracula to Nixon." I was thinking was an essay on the evolution of evil, but then I realized it was about Frank Langella.

I hope the "tick tick tick" is something cheaper than the starter, WS. If you decide not to go, don't beat yourself up. It's pretty damn cold here, but at least we have more than one digit. This is the coldest stretch we've had in some years. I hope it's been long enough to knock back the insect population.

Stupid paper

I'll be out this evening, Nora, but I'll be in tomorrow.

Feel better, people. Omnis, it's alway useful to have some form of caffeine around the house. It really helps headaches (it's the extra ingredient in Excedrin), plus someday you might have someone over like me, who becomes really cranky without caffeine.

vw, I know it's hard, but I'm glad y'all are confronting it head on. The money thing is a little weird, though. You absolutely never know who's going to end up making more money in a relationship. He could lose his job and you could write a best-seller about therapy.

I finished grading for the semester!

I was going to go grocery shopping after I finished grading, but it's cold out and my shoulder hurts.

OK, now my shoulder really hurts. Took some Motrin. Still ow.

I hope the "tick tick tick" is something cheaper than the starter, WS.

Well, Daniel has been saying for a couple weeks that it was due for a new battery soon, so that's the odds-on favorite.

Thanks for the well wishes. Must have helped. The evil chair finally won, and coaxed me to sleep. I missed the last part of the Philly/JerseyGiants game. But the headache is mostly gone. When the evil chair lets me go, I'm gonna see if I got any of the pecan pie in the leftovers haul last night. It has choco in it. Might push the last of the headache away.

Matilda and I are watching Charlie Brown Christmas.

She keeps muttering, "Charlie sad. Charlie sad."

So true.

She totally gets the Peanuts.

How does she feel about Snoopy?

Hil, yay for the grading, not-so-yay for the sore shoulder.

Ginger, yeah, I'm not down on myself for not going. I weighed the level of pleasure I would get from the music (brass band, so enjoyable but it's not like it's a Baroque chamber ensemble) against the level of discomfort from setting foot out into the weather, and decided I would get more pleasure out of staying in the warm and consoling myself with some hot fic.

I'll be out this evening, Nora, but I'll be in tomorrow.

Thank you Ginger! Wow, it's been a while. These case studies are killing me- a totally different way of thinking/writing. I'll send it over tonight, see what you can make of it tomorrow.

Stupid Motrin is doing nothing. I need Flexeril, I know, but I don't have any -- haven't needed it in a while. I think my plans for this evening have changed from "do laundry, clean kitchen" to "lie on couch and whimper."