Happy birthday, JZ!
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.
You supporting England, Shir? Did you SEE that disallowed goal?! Unbelievable. Still, 2-1. They could come back up. (Ah, the tragic hope of being an England supporter.)
Edited to add: I have one nationality which I'm not spending 90% of my time being shamed of. Of course I support England!
I'm just gonna write it all down from my Twitter:
I believe that 10 minutes ago the payback on 1966 came to life. Only this time, we have cameras to prove it got in, dammit!
Oh thank you, my dears. #Eng
I'm watching the game in a lousy resolution, can't even enjoy the eye candies. It's one thing being fucked, another is not knowing by whom.
Dear Germany: don't fuck us too hard.
Hey, smonster!
Skipping in between all the end-of-semester craziness because it's JZ's birthday.
Happy birthday, JZ! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!
[And, um, as little as possible of end-of-semester crazinesses.]
Nilly!
Nilly!
(We might live an hour away from each other, but I didn't see her for... 6 months?).
Happy birthday, JZ!
I also slept in msbelle. Only thing I've started is coffee. According to Franny, she and Isaac put on a play that I missed. She was dressed up as a Buddha.
Don't make me cry, guys. Don't make me cry. (Worldcup)
How is life, Nilly?
I have got to get TWC to switch out my DVR. This thing has always frozen but I swear it's getting worse and it's driving me batty.
That disallowed goal was absurd.
You guys! I miss you so much!
I'm in a mess of grading, still-teaching, more grading, teaching special classes for rehearsal before the exams and some bureaucracy. In which I don't have to teach anything, thankfully. All that while looking for an apartment (our contract is up be the end of July, and our very nice landlord sadly doesn't want to re-new it because he wants to do some construction all over the place), and worse of all, while H is sick with some nasty virus at home and feeling miserable.
I feel like "you know how much I love watching you post, but I've got my students' 500th exam to grade, my apartment to pack, my husband to cook chicken-soup to and grading to frame for it; I'm swamped."