I am writing my literature review. I'm 700 words in to what should end up about 3000, so I'm getting there, but it's excrutiatingly hard work, because I'm having exhaustion issues. About twice a year, my condition descends into two or three months of being too exhausted to walk across the room, and having to sleep about every four hours. It has timed it really well this time around, with six weeks left until my dissertation deadline. Genius move, body of mine.

I had to scan posts, as I am tired tired tired, but best wishes to anyone dealing whose family is dealing with snake bites or diesel mistakes.

Kristin, that's a lot of work achieved. I am envious.

Shir, best of luck with everything. I can't see you becoming any kind of right-wing type. But keep posting here, and we'll warn you if we see early signs of this!

I'm off for a nap before starting work again.

Why are the bells across the street at the episcopal cathedral playing Frère Jacques at 9 am on a Sunday morning?

Because Paperback Writer was too difficult?

Because Paperback Writer was too difficult?

::hot. coffee. up. nose.::

Why are the bells across the street at the episcopal cathedral playing Frère Jacques at 9 am on a Sunday morning?

I believe Wolfram & Hart created a costumed designed version of suburbia hell for you.

I just finished another delighting yet now I'm confused conversation with that guy (and I was wrong there - he's not studying for his PhD, but for his M.A..) If this will continue, this will be a hell of an interesting year.

Edit to say: thank you for your hugs, people. I really appreciate it. I'm just trying to let everything sink in, and embracing "I surrender myself to destiny, even if it's a bitch" approach. I'm just tired of fighting.

Wow, a lot of awful/stressful stuff has happened to my Buffistas this week.

Hugs, hairpats, chocolate, and stiff drinks to everyone.

Hello all. Are you feeling better this morning, Barb?

DH and crew are doing much better today. They are now looking for a fire house to drop off the containers of mixed diesel and gas. That was the recommendation for what to do with the stuff. He is now at KMart buying a new set of clothes since he hadn't planned on staying overnight or drenching himself in gas. Ewww.

ION, I must share my litter bug story. I went to McDonalds to purchase chicken stuff for my son and had to pull up and wait. As I was sitting there a pickup truck pulled into the parking lot and the driver got out with a big plastic cup in his hand and threw it on the ground before walking inside the restaurant. Total reflex, I threw both my hands in the air and gave him my most outraged Mom Look. He didn't pick it up then, but he did when he came back out and threw it away. I think I should do this more often.

Laura, that's just too good. Your mom look is clearly very powerful. You should use it to fight crime more often.

Shir, as much as confusing is, well, confusing, it could be good, too! I hope it works out well.

Great Mom skills, Laura!

Seska, again, I have no idea. The confusion comes afterwards. But Dear God, I think today it was over an hour and a half talk. Also, I don't wanna get confused where I shouldn't get confused.

If only The Look worked so well on my kids as it does on random strangers. They think it's funny. Of course they would never litter because they know it would be far worse for them than a look. Thankfully it hasn't happened.