I was just looking at a friend's photos and am sad I missed the astronaut visit. OK, I was somewhere way cool having a blast, but I didn't get to go gaga over them and get pictures and play with their tools. Hmph.
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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.
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I hope at some point in the future, things like game nights and scavenger hunts and evenings out will become normal again.
It will be.
I'm out of sorts and I know why and that's just pissing me off worse. Grrr.
And tomorrow, I get to be On all day but only partly of my choosing. It'll be interesting to see if it exhausts me or not. I'm still missing having people around, so. And I don't know how many are gonna show up tomorrow. I've gotten a couple regrets that were expected, but a lot of silence, too. And that would suck and maybe make me throw in the towel.
Okay, I have to stop reading stuff online about the guy who shot up the exercise class in Pennsylvania because he hadn't gotten laid in 19 years. It is freaking me out big time.
Went to gym, then the grocery store for sake and greek yogurt. Was waylaid by tourists on the way to the El. Checked my work email while waiting for the train and discovered that I'd won an award. The prize is that my company will donate money to a non-profit, and now I'm having a Dan Rydell moment over which charity to choose.
Congrats, shrift!
Teppy, step away. It isn't possible for that type of thing to ever make sense. Reading more makes it more upsetting not more sense making.
Teppy, step away. It isn't possible for that type of thing to ever make sense. Reading more makes it more upsetting not more sense making.
The New York Post, because they're so classy, published the entirety of his blog, which is horrifying and I shouldn't have read but couldn't click away from.
My stomach hurts, and it's not the IBS.
Ugh, I have to confess to being head in the sand when it comes to things like that. I know my sensitivities and protect myself well.
I'm with you Laura.