Wow, Shir, that report is amazing. Would it be okay to repost on facebook?

Sock Dreams is a dangerous place, mang. I could spend $500 there, easily.

Amen, sistah. I fear what would happen should I ever go to the actual store.

Dood. I turned the heat off yesterday because I had the door open, and forgot to turn it back on. Woke up and wondered why it was so damn cold in the house. Dur. It was only 56 degrees in here.

Okay, I have got to motivate today, starting with breakfast.

Indeed.

Feel free to repost the link on FB, smonster. As long as it stays anonymous, no worries.

Sock Dreams is a dangerous place, mang. I could spend $500 there, easily.

I had a small Paypal balance so I bought some derby socks today. I could buy out Sock Dreams, easily.

I never knew about Sock Dreams until today.

You evil, evil, evil people.

cinema

One of my favorite words, which seems to have evaporated from the common lexicon. Seriously, even people my age look at me funny when I talk about going to the cinema, or how something is a noble contribution to the cinema (or makes the baby Cinema weep...you get the idea)

Someone once accused me of having gone to film school and showing that fact off when I spoke it. Really? Nope. I just think perfectly good words ought to be used. It's the only thing standing between civilization and the lol-bots.

Hello, lovely Bitches. Skimming through to report on yesterday. The short version of the day is, the drama I feared didn't happen, and we actually had a good time.

K. was on her best behavior and was only nasty a couple times. The drive up to College Park was pleasantly uneventful and included a running mock-argument about the difference between a bridge and a overpass.* Once in town, picking up K.'s father to go to the American Institute of Physics (that's where K.'s art show was) became going into his and his new wife's house for coffee and brownies. My sister was understandably not pleased, but everyone was pleasant enough and mercifully it was a short visit. I was glad to finally see their house and meet her. (To hear him talk, she's a sexpot and the house is a mansion; neither is true.) Got to AIP; saw K.'s paintings (good but not her best work, though I didn't say that); took the ex-husband of sister back home; went to Ikea; ate meatballs; bought a rug; drove 17 miles to the church where the recital was. Met K.'s childhood friend H. for the first time. They are the same age and grew up together. H. is delightful, and an accomplished pianist. She was accompanied by her husband, a bass-baritone. They did a Schubert piece called Die Winterreisse, which I'd never heard before. It was wonderful, and sister and I agreed we should do this "culture" thing more often. We went out for drinks afterward with the couple and two of their friends and had a good time; K. got a bit too drunk but it was late enough we were able to politely leave before she became embarrassing. She, of course, insists that alcohol does not affect her. Today we're supposed to go out for her birthday brunch. It's almost noon and I haven't heard from them - neither of them answer their phones - so I'm assuming everything's fine and they're just sleeping in. I'm looking forward to being done and having the rest of the day to myself.

*K. insisted that there was no bridge on our route; we countered that there was a river on our route, and how would we get over the Potomac, then? K.'s position was that a bridge is architecturally separate from the road and if you can't tell without looking over the side that you're in the air, it's an overpass. Our position was that if there's water under it, it's a bridge. We compromised by calling everything a turnstile.

Overpasses cross other roads or possibly railroads. Bridges cross rivers, streams, and chasms. So say I.

Glad the day went well, Zenkitty.

Man, I started sleeping on my side after the chiro I saw in NOLA recommended it. I think I've got to back to sleeping on my stomach, or finally learn to sleep on my back. Sleeping on my stomach may not be good for my neck and back, but sleepig on my side is WRECKING my hips, and yes I sleep with a pillow between my knees. I can hardly walk today, and that is Not Cool. Of course, I also need to be doing my rehab. It's on my list for today, we'll see if I get to it. This much pain, I just might.

OMG, my dryer is fixed. Halle-freaking-lujah. Time to do some laundry.

A bridge goes over water...sometimes troubled waters, sometimes calm waters, but still over water it's a bridge.

I'm frustrated because my scale isn't right. I thought I had a problem before and getting the batteries out and letting it recalibrate would help but no. I have lost weight because clothes fit me differently. But today I weighed 5 times and got 5 different weights with about a 12 lbs difference. Now I'm wondering what I really weigh and how much Iv'e really lost.