We walked 5 baziliion miles today. no guilt eating.

Happy birthday Nora!

Mmm, lobster sliders sound delicious. I had scallop sliders a while back and they were delightful.

::smonster smish::

Hope the Tylenol works, Hil.

I had a much needed margarita and burger for dinner. Yum!

Hil, I hope the new meds work.

I came home wanting nothing more than soup, maybe dry toast, and ended up making the rest of the (wilting)basil into a second round of veggie pesto. That was so not what i wanted.

I think geographical proximity to Cass is rubbing off on me. Or rather, under the skin. I am covered in cuts and bruises. many have good, solid explanations (like tables and bed corners) but many are just puzzling. Most puzzling at all? As i was parking in front of my apt after work, i noticed the pain of a gash on the inside of my upper arm. There is nothing sharp in my car that could have caused it, and i'm rather sure it wasn't there when i got into the car....there is a slight possibility that the impending ick i am feeling is actually a creature inside me trying to break out.

Does it mean i am an adult when i base my dinner on what's closest to going off than on what i actually want?

Smishes all round! Which my iPhone just tried to correct to "sloshes all round." Erm, that would have been me at the f2f, I do believe. Literally, in the hot tub.

Mmm, y'all make dinner talk sound good. Guess I'm going to the fancy place rather than the close place. Of course, what I'm TRYING to do is convince myself to do the work thing I need to do, before going to dinner, rather than take a nap (which might result in no dinner) or going to teh bookstore or something (which would mean writing the work report later tonight, which would be bleh).

Erin, that is TOTALLY adult. Or at least, totally what I do. Um. goldfishes and a coke for dinner is valid, right? That was my dinner the other night...

Erin, put the pesto in soup.

My mother is kinda driving me nuts long distance. She is normally awesome and I feel lucky to have her, but she is off on a trip in the U.P. with her sisters and hasn't heard from one of my brothers. She has been bringing this up every day for the past few days, and has worked herself into a state. This despite the fact that he has a wife who would call us or his ex if anything happened to him.

This is the brother who lives in Holland, so every time my mom's been near a phone, it has been the middle of the night his time. J and I have decided to stay up tonight and call him (when it is 7am his time), but now SHE isn't answering her cell so I can tell her that we got it under control. Of course, now she has me worried that he has started drinking again after 15 years and is lying in a Dutch gutter somewhere.

I am in the tail end of a terrible cold and am having a bad week at work and am tired and I just want to take a bath.

I think geographical proximity to Cass is rubbing off on me. Or rather, under the skin. I am covered in cuts and bruises. many have good, solid explanations (like tables and bed corners) but many are just puzzling. Most puzzling at all? As i was parking in front of my apt after work, i noticed the pain of a gash on the inside of my upper arm. There is nothing sharp in my car that could have caused it, and i'm rather sure it wasn't there when i got into the car....there is a slight possibility that the impending ick i am feeling is actually a creature inside me trying to break out.

No one will *ever* move to Portland again. I am so, so, so, so sorry.

I have an upper arm bruise but it's on the outside. But, yeah, no clue. I think Castiel gripped me tight and raised me from Perdition.