Yay Stephanie, that sounds awesome!! (both the overheard convo and Hawaii)

I'm still not sure the date and I have much in common, but since it's 1:30am and I just got home from a 7:30pm date, and we spent the last hour making out, I'd say it went well enough!

Huzzah for making out meara!

I am so not motivated to do any work today. I'm in the office by myself, I'm leaving early to visit a friend for the weekend, and the internet is right there. Sigh.

So The Girl cancelled the thing she had on last night, and took my friend & me to see Kristin Hersh. So awesome! (Both the gig, and The Girl. Who should be given some kind of sainthood. Or at least many many presents.)

Heh. It's good to learn that baseball is no easier to follow than cricket. Which most of us enjoy mainly for the picnics and the alcohol. I never have much idea what's going on in a game. Occasionally people clap, so I do too. Then I go back to focusing on my picnic.

When I lived in New York I went to a Mets game and to a Yankees game. As I recall, the Mets were having a good season and the Yankees weren't. I understand this isn't usually the case. I didn't feel informed enough to need to support a team. Again, I was there for the hot dogs and the sunshine.

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That's fantastic. I'm bookmarking it for August. Thanks, tommyrot!

Wishing you better pain management, sj. I hope the antidepressants help you cope a bit better, at least. Bad pain management really sucks.

The Girl is clearly a hero. I'm glad you got to go.

Wishing you better pain management, sj. I hope the antidepressants help you cope a bit better, at least. Bad pain management really sucks.

What she said.

Yay, The Girl!

THIS PROTEST SIGN IS NOW DIAMONDS.

Hawaii, making out, and The Girl are all magnificent things. As are pleasantly acknowledged conversations about privilege in airports. And cookies. Better pain management for sj would be magnificent, too.

And soda bread!

(It's about to emerge from my breadmaker.)

oh, I went to the farmers' market last night - they always make me feel better, with all the good things people have grown or made. I stocked up on some good stuff and had a sun-dried tomato, feta, and goat cheese quiche. And tomorrow morning I'm going to have an almond pastry for breakfast (if I can refrain from eating it tonight). Veggies, and fruits, and salad greens, whole-grain breads, flowers, ice cream ... bliss.

Last morning of camp for the summer! YAY.

M goes back to PA next weekend, which is sad, but no camp next week, so we can have lazy pancake mornings with cartoons, followed by fun pool and zoo time.

His mom reminded him that next week is his last week this morning and he was all "I don't wanna leave!" POUT.

Does it make me a bad person if that makes me happy?