craigslist manners - someone asked me about something last night, offering to get it then. I told him we were going to bed but he could come by today. THis morning, I emailed him telling him we would be home after 11. I haven't heard anything back from him. Just now, someone else asked me if it is still available. I think I'm probably free to sell to person #2, right, even though it seems a tiny bit rude?
'Underneath'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
::kisses Suzi's face gently::
I went with the original soundtrack to Fame. I now feel like an undiscovered star with too many bags and shoes.
Today: headache, clogged sinuses, lazy, approaching thunderstorm. Does barometric pressure affect mood/physical wellbeing? I'm starting to think yes.
I would say definitely yes for me, but it also affects my pain level which definitely affects my mood.
Today: headache, clogged sinuses, lazy, approaching thunderstorm. Does barometric pressure affect mood/physical wellbeing? I'm starting to think yes.
I would say yes. Particularly as it affects sinuses. I always feel like my cranium is a giant barometer.
I did buy the El Vetica t-shirt, and I wore it last night. About 2 people got it and laughed their asses off (one guy offered me money for the shirt; I told him there is such a thing as internet commerce, where he could exchange money for his very own t-shirt), and a couple others asked me about it but when I explained, they gave me the Okay-Crazy-Lady look.
Who doesn't find typography jokes funny?!? I mean, really!
Now we're headed out to a jazz concert and I need to wear something nicer than the El Vetica t-shirt. This is unfair.
Cleaning music is the soundtrack to Sweet Charity.
Also, it's allegedly going to be 90 today. This is also unfair. However, the concert is in an air-conditioned hall, so that tips the balance back toward fairness.
90 degrees in May is insanity. INSANITY.
You know how posting makes things happen? I didn't even hit post this time! I was about to make a post about how the catsitter was late, when she showed up. So that's good.
You know how posting makes things happen?
I cannot find the million dollars I misplaced.
(What?)
I kinda went back to bed. Coping mechanism, I guess. Too threatening to go walk, will go swim shortly. Mister Kitty is the same.
Eminem?
Highfives Suzi
(I sent it to her)