Yo, omnis! Thanks for the offer. I went to HH with Work Gay Boyfriend and Bob-who offered to let me work for him, to which I said "A WORLD OF NO!"

Anyway. I think things are going to be ok, so I'm not freaking out. Plus, I have some other news I kinda have to keep quiet that's pretty exciting.

Also, did you get G's Halloween pics? I posted them to facebook.

Oh Plei I want to thank you for the hair color rec. I went and picked up a box today, even got it on sale.

Ya I got them. I got a note you tagged me in FB too, but haven't had the chance to look yet.

What's the news?? If it's that super secret, you could text or e-mail it to me. IJS.

Ok, rough programming up to Fezziwig party. Taking a lunch break.

Pix, are the 4 classes done yet! Did ya pass out in mid lecture?

I will email.

Also 1) Thanks everyone for the good wishes. 2) It was very warm and fuzzy making reading everyone band together to help GC. I wish I had been reading that night as I have a best friend who lives in Silverlake who probably could've lent a hand. Next time, somebody call me!

The last time I unintentionally was too drunk to drive (meaning I didn't already have a plan worked out) I spent the night in a friend's office building.

Also, anyone who finds themselves too drunk to drive, but you need your car? Call these people (or maybe you have something similar) [link]

I know you tire of this, but please know it is appreciated beyond measure.

Will someone please hum a few bars of "Don't Quit Your Job, Sox, it isn't Prudent." Please?

and prudence is your name- o!

But go look for something else , Sox.

no one needs to hear me sing twice

Will someone please hum a few bars of "Don't Quit Your Job, Sox, it isn't Prudent."

No! Quit! Quit! Quit!

What? Me? Trouble?

Don't quit, Sox or Prudence, or whoever. It would not be wise.

I made some headway into the horror that is Christmas shopping for my mother—found this hooker red jacket which she's bound to love. Unless of course, there's some small, ridiculous detail that will cause her to hate it.

And the rumblings are afoot that she may not come up here for Christmas because she can't tear herself away from my father. Especially now that he's apparently ill and all alone.

So, she'd rather forego Christmas with her grandchildren in favor of spending it with the man she divorced thirty years ago.

Me, bitter? Nah.

Dream. Plan. Move toward what you really want vs. away from what you don't.

That's all I got.

In seeking an antidote to a crushingly stressful day...and I don't have many of those...I am visiting the puppies. Their person just laid on the grub but the puppies wanted people instead! So cute. Much as my dog desires my company, if I put down food and walk away, his loyalties become laser focused. These little fluff balls want some pettin'. Bless their fuzzy little hearts.

eta: there is a lot of metal rattling and at least one invisible puppy. I think someone is trying to pick a lock.