it did once write SPN/Golden Girls (Dean/Blanche),
Link?
mood:entitled
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
it did once write SPN/Golden Girls (Dean/Blanche),
Link?
mood:entitled
Creepy, Sue!
All I wanted to do today was go to the library and buy milk, and even seems to have been overly ambitious. Have not yet made it off the couch.
Calli, if you ever find S. mutabilis, it's a biennial, fyi.
I'm watching Eureka instead
Jesse, I'm sitting in the library right now, which may be why I read that and thought "...she can buy milk at the library?"
Sue, that is creepy and weird.
Plei, I would put nothing past you and your iPhone.
And that plushie/bunny picture is ADORABLE.
Man, I wish I could buy milk at the library!
Not really.
Mac and I went to the dentist. I mentioned to them that I had still never got the fillings they said I need last time, so they just did them today. I had not planned on being all numb faced. Trying to drink now, an hour later, still difficult.
I went to the eye doctor and got prescriptions for new glasses and new contacts. The doctor said that I was seeing 20/20 with my old glasses, but I've felt like I've been having a lot of trouble seeing things with them, like enough so that I wasn't really comfortable driving. The place that promises glasses ready in an hour "in most cases" tells me that my glasses will be ready in ten days.
The new Japanese place at the mall is having its grand opening! Tasty sushi—about middling in quality between the other two places in town—that's very cheap and served in giganto portions. (I do not normally allow seafood to remain on my plate at the end of a meal.)
They also made the wise choice of assigning me the exceedingly cute young waiter who was flustered about it being his first day and super-eager to make sure everything was right since he'd just had to comp meals at the next table over. I tipped extremely generously in lieu of bending him over the table, which would have been my preferred choice had said table not been kind of shaky.
I had to argue with my eye doctor to get him to even give me a prescription. Dude, just cuz I can read that line doesn't mean it's not blurry.
I feel accomplished. Two odd 2x4's were screwed to the dining room wall (frame from the dishwasher that is now in the attic?) and the screws were buried deep in the wood and the heads stripped. Drilled the heads off and ripped the wood off the threads (sans prybar!) and hacksawed off what I couldn't unscrew with pliers. I can paint there now!!!