Oh, soooo tired. I'm at that ridiculously tired place where I can't easily fall asleep. I think I need someone to beat me with a 2x4 and just slap me into unconsciousness.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
brenda, they are good, but not what I had anticipated. Simultaneously undercooked and puffy (then fallen). I made too many changes and it didn't work out as planned.
Plan, shcplan - that's the kind of fail I could get behind.
I had a really fucking good night. Really. lisah's friends need to adopt me. All of 'em. HELLO, extrovert!
I am happy to log in for anyone who wants me to!!
Thanks for the birthday wishes, everybody! We went to Catalina for the day and then a fancy dinner.
There's the birthday girl! Sounds like a great day was had!
I can't believe it's taken this long for someone to release scent bottled like an MP3 player. At that size it definitely needs a screen.
Caught a bit of a Hoarders episode, and it made me feel very self-conscious about the mail I have yet to clear up. However my apartment *is* tidy enough for a roomba to vacuum, so I'm nowhere near these people. I may have some dodgy broccoli I need to trash next time I take out the garbage, but at least my fridge closes and things aren't leaking and comingling. Listening to the woman explain why she wanted to keep the tofu whose best by date was in 2007 was just distressing. Tying her up and throwing everything away doesn't fix everything, but the people helping her kept going outside to gag, it was so nasty. If she gets therapy she won't be evicted, apparently.
If she gets therapy she won't be evicted, apparently.
A co-worker of mine lived below a hoarder. She was discovered when my co-worker's ceiling cracked and started to cave in. What did she hoard? Her own poop. They carried over 2400 pounds of poop she'd saved in plastic bags. What did this woman do for a living? She was a nurse. The only consequences were that she had to pay for the ceiling. My co-worker had to move and sell the condo at quite a loss, but she just couldn't live there anymore.
Sunday morning and I'm at work. Here's hoping all the contractors and insurance adjusters of the world are having a lovely, lazy Sunday where they don't want to work.