I am plowing through a metric shitton of old bills and mail. You know all that advice that ends with the dire warning: "or you'll end up with a pile of mail unopened on a flat surface somewhere!"?

Yeah, we're that cautionary tale. I've tossed about 2 feet into the paper recycling bin.

Wait. You're at MY house?

t edit Seriously, I should take a picture of the dining room table and post it tonight. It is comical, even without a cat in the middle of the chaos. And sad.

IN UR HOUSE, ORGANIZING UR PAPERWORK.

Not really. Sorry for the tease!

Ok, once more into the fray.

Meara, I met a girl last night that looked EXACTLY like Clea Duvall. So much so that when I mentioned it, she told me that she had seen a picture of herself on a website claiming to be a candid snap of Clea Duvall. unfortunately, she likes boys, or I would have chloroformed her and shipped her overnight to Seattle.

Ok, no bloodwork today. Our Dr. is off today and will review stuff tomorrow and call me.

GIMP, really? Much like the Islamic fundamentalists in White Teeth(whose name spelled KEVIN) they have an acronym problem. At least it isn't actually assistive technology. Right?

def. of whiplash - Mr. Goodbar followed by I Need Love. nice.

GIMP, really?

It's generally referred to as "The GIMP."

It's about as powerful as Photoshop, but free and open-source. Steep learning curve, though.

Cannot. Stop. Watching. Justin Timberlake adorableness.

Complete waste of time. Valid passport, birth certificate and DL, not enough proof that I am me. I need my marriage license. I'm amazed I was issued a passport without all this crap.

Ugh, DJ. That is so annoying. I am SO GLAD I didn't change my name; I have heard too many stories like this.