I'm so indecisive about what to make for dinner.

Try some fucking Zucchini Tagliatelle with Mint, Cucumber, and Lemon.

And lacking in Morgan and Garcia interaction.

This reinforces my theory of watching tomorrow.

Another early morning. And it is hot out there. REALLY glad I put in the a/c. I was feeling the lack of it drying my hair (I can't run bedroom a/c and hairdryer at the same time.)

So much shit to do today. PLUS, massive thunderstorms predicted, which might fuck with my relaxing swim.

I watched tv last night instead of doing more work. I think one night a week I am going to need to do that.

Also, let's be fucking honest here, I don't care.

10 years of living in NYC has made me both oblivious and uncaring if my neighbors see me naked. There are a lot of people here packed into not a lot of space - if you don't want to see incidental nudity walking down the street, better wear blinders.

(Actually, my current neighborhood has so many Hasidim and Pakistani immigrants that that's not true anymore. You're more likely to see burkas on the street here than too much skin. Unless you were looking in on my backyard yesterday, in which case you would have seen three nekkid preschoolers.)

OK, today is just not working for me. I can get to the damned internet, but my dns is so fucked up that I can't connect to my local machines. And I'm TRYING to get work done, coworker has a family emergency and so I am supposed to be covering him, except I can't see the damned system, and....the past couple of weeks have been such a series of fuckyous, I'm just tired. I know it isn't that bad, all told, but I am just done sick of it.

I thought the episode of Criminal Minds was pretty thinly written.

I'm impressed with Emmett's entrepreneurial spirit.

I can't believe I have to drive to Indiana again tomorrow. This time with the whole family. Feh. It's for a party this time but I'm sort of tired of that trip.

I am tired and grumpy and stressed out and my husband is IMing me about doing pushups. This morning he proposed that we have sex every time he does 100 pushups. He can do about 10 at a time, now. He just did 10 in his office. Maybe I'll end up with a very buff husband who gets laid every night.

Another example of something, um, interesting in Washington. The state, not the city, alas. (scroll down - I'm thinking of the sculptures)

This morning he proposed that we have sex every time he does 100 pushups.

Ah. The sex barter. I know of this. I promise Joe 1 favor for every dust catcher/old toy/piece of crap that he gets rid of.