Good morning, Emily. Awake for some time. Already drove the kids to school and did some work stuff. This staying up late and getting up early is not the best plan.
Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura - Feb 08, 2010 2:52:36 am PST #9453 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Emily - Feb 08, 2010 2:53:44 am PST #9454 of 30000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
This staying up late and getting up early is not the best plan.
This is what I've been telling my brain for going on twenty years now. It's not working.
I take it Florida isn't snowed in, then? That's good to know.
Tom Scola - Feb 08, 2010 2:56:40 am PST #9455 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
I've been at work for almost an hour now. Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.
Laura - Feb 08, 2010 2:56:58 am PST #9456 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
It's cold! I could see my breath and everything. Didn't go so far as to put on shoes, but I did wear a sweater. Drove DH's truck because I need gas and his diesel wasn't happy with the cold either. It's 47! It's like Winter or something. (won't last)
Emily - Feb 08, 2010 2:59:27 am PST #9457 of 30000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Oddly, I'm less stressed out now than I was yesterday at my niece and nephew's birthday party.
Well, yeah. Party. Essence of stress! Also, I bet there were children.
It's 47! It's like Winter or something.
That is nasty! Well, for Florida. Everything's relative.
Tom Scola - Feb 08, 2010 3:08:58 am PST #9458 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
The thing is, in therapy the week before, I was freaking out about seeing my family, and afterwords, I was all stressed out and hardly slept last night, but during the visit I was perfectly calm, and even less avoidy than usual. It's surreal, and probably not very healthy for me mentally.
Also: my youngest niece got to pick her own colors for her bedroom: [link]
Laura - Feb 08, 2010 3:17:47 am PST #9459 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Great bedroom colors! I loved picking my colors for my room when I was a kid. Well, I still enjoy it.
Sorry about the stress, but being calm and not avoidy during the actual visit sounds good.
erikaj - Feb 08, 2010 3:51:29 am PST #9460 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Why is it guys always think they're a catch? Not that all guys are as blind as that one, but I've pretty well convinced myself that my liabilities make me fairly undatable...how did Druggy McDrunkerson not have the same self-talk running through his head? Except that most guys think they're okay when they're not. (Also, maybe I don't give myself enough credit. But, okay, nobody is lining up to get this.)
Shir - Feb 08, 2010 4:24:09 am PST #9461 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I lurv the bedroom. Signed, she who insists on less-than-matching sheets.
ION.
I'm invited to an Alice in Wonderland themed party for Purim! Yay!
And shit - I need a costume!
smonster - Feb 08, 2010 4:24:59 am PST #9462 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
eta: or practice my Italian...
Buon giorno, signorina! Che cosa fai?
eata: or my Arabic...
Yalla, habibi!
Druggy McDrunkerson not have the same self-talk running through his head?
In retrospect, I think he may have been on coke at the time. It would explain the nonstop rambling. Also, he kept wiping his left nostril constantly. I also liked how he "lost his job" with Apple two months before the iPhone came out... dude, your druggie ass got FIRED.
Foster kitty scared the crap out of me this morning. I thought she was dead for a second. I poked her a couple of times, and she just turned her head really slowly and looked at me. Realized I didn't give her the prednizone last night, so I popped that down her throat and she seemed to improve some. I woke Roomie up and let her know I was worried before I left. Gah. Poor little thing. I really want to take her to *my* vet.