Well, I'm going to bed.

Typo Boy, I waited for Haaretz to translate this article for past few hour. Glad it did.

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sleep tight, Shir!

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Wow. That was weird.

I just went out to take Bartleby around the block and found a woman curled up in the fetal position two corners away.

I know her...sort of...She used to be a surgeon and lived a block from me. Now, she's homeless, drunk and apparently when I borrowed a stranger's cell phone to call for help, it was her second brush with the system today.

It's crazy. There she is, sleeping on the cold ground in a goreous 3/4 length leather coat, red hair flowing, snazzy hose and trousers. And drunk, semi-coherent and missing a front tooth.

She lost the tooth since the last time I found her cowering on the street needing someone to walk her home because the voices were too loud.

Ugh. Both my parents and my stepmother were all alcoholics. They succeeded, however, in keeping their homes while they were killing themselves. I just can't imagine how this woman got to this point.

The dickwad who lives on the corner is apparently her ex. He comes out and starts yelling at her while I'm huddled over her waiting for the police. I asked him, three times, to step off and but noooo, he has to prove how much better he is.

Dude, she's homeless and weeping for your help while she's curled up on the ground. You win, you are better than her, so shut the fuck up.

Plus? He used to have this awesome chocolate lab that he gave up when he got a girlfriend. Doing the math, he pitched that wonderful soul for THIS woman. Then again, as I said at the time, the dog is better off.

Sheesh. People.

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She lost the tooth since the last time I found her

Meth maybe?

needing someone to walk her home because the voices were too loud.

Yikes. Could she be schizophrenic?

Either way, kudos to you for helping, and boo to him for being a dick. So much for "good times and bad, sickness & health". Oops, I almost started on the marriage/divorce rant.

Must. Stay. Awake. Sleepy. Want to leave work.

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Oy. Sorry to bludgeon the thread with my angst.

In other news, I can report that Celestial Seasonings holiday flavor "Sugar Cookie" smells absolutely fantastic. Tastes a bit like warm water, but the smell is really amazing. Makes me wonder about the science of smell manufacture. How DO they do that?

Maybe I need two bags per cup.

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No meth that I could discern...missing the bad skin and telltale smell but...

Could she be schizophrenic?

While it sounds like it, not all voices are the same. I'm thinking there is mental illness in play but I'm not so sure about the schizo traits.

If I were to go all pro, I'd say borderline personality disorder with alcohol induced dementia.

Either way, she's the poster child for fubar...if that really exists.

I spent all my time on the ground saying the sorts of things that make me feel better. "You can't count on this guy or anyone else to take care of you. You need to break up with the bottle." All delivered in that warm, southern drawl I seem to use only in cases of emergency. Absolutely NO clue where that comes from.

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Bonny, I code-switch a lot depending on a person's accent. I go to a very much more Southern country voice when dealing w/ urban AND rural KC teens, a kinda Buffy voice with suburban teens, and a neutral/snotty intellectual voice on the phone and jerks.

All else is kinda intellectual Buffy with a small amount of snot. And a weird mix of British and Mexican slang. I called someone a bloody fucking pendejo once. It was road rage.

Shir and Nilly, stay safe, please.

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Oh, and I chopped my hair yesterday. It's a EAR LENGTH center-parted red bob with some texture.

EAR-LENGTH, Hec! You should be proud.

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Fay, the clicky link you requested: Donna beta-reading The Doctor's bad Angel/Spike fic. It's ridiculous, but very funny. (And no pics, but NSFW, I suppose it goes without saying.)

I found that via a rec from my new favorite Doctor Who fic writer. She goes by the_tenzo on LJ--do you know her? Seriously talented writer. I read fic rarely and seldom for the smut (I know, heresy), but she does character, story, AND smut beautifully. I've seen "real" literature written with far less grace. To get a sense of her work, read The One True Free Life, which picks up right at the end of season four with the two doctors on the beach with Rose. Pretty cool stuff. Her master fic list is behind the clickly link.

Enjoy!

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Jeez Erin, I think we must be related!

Seriously. My vocal inflections are your vocal inflections. I've never met anyone else who does that.

Huh. Cool.

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