sj, I am so sorry for the pain your family is feeling right now.

Tep, two day migraine --ugh. I wonder if it could be stress...!

Seska, that sounds awful. I am so sorry. You are much kinder than I would be. I am so lucky my in-law's are not awful people.

Nora, making new friends is hard. You are a wonderful person, and you want wonderful people to be your friends. It's a process, don't forget that. And it sounds like the text message you got was A) tone-related -- bad attempt at sarcasm, like "What are you, stupid? HELL YEAH! b)this person was too drunk to reply coherently or c) you have mistaken a douchebag for a nice person, and you need to mentally roll your eyes and cross this person off the list of Nice People I Would Like to Gift With My Awesome Presence.

ION...So, I have not gotten a speck of grading done. I lay down at 5:30 pm to take a nap yesterday, planning to spend the evening grading...and I woke up 40 minutes ago. I guess my body needed the sleep. I don't regret it, really. I've been cruising on 6 hours a night for the last couple of weeks, which really doesn't work for me, and this way, I slept through the time change.

I'm up early enough to get a ton of grading done today, and this will simply force me to be very concise on my essay comments. In fact, I may just -- gasp -- let the rubric do the work, and add comments later this week; grades are due by midnight tonight, and I have other papers to grade also. I can verbally conference with my 204 students (dual-credit Comp II) over what they need to work on. Hmm.

And I think I will head to a coffee shop this morning sans laptop to get some focused grading done, and that way, I can stop by the store on the way home and get a few things and put some chili on.

I think I have A Plan.

Letting the people who woke you live only means you have to kill them some other time when they wake you again.

But you may have had more sleep at that time, so you'll be more effective with the killing.

But you may have had more sleep at that time, so you'll be more effective with the killing.

Yeah, you wanna kill without the sleep deprivation. Killing itself isn't so hard, but effectively hiding the bodies takes a bit of work, and sometimes a bit of thought.

Because it is hard, and frustrating, and all categorical imperative/Do unto others as you would have them do unto you thing. And frankly, it's very, very hard to do so even when believing in higher-being/humanism. Not because we're petty or shallow, but because it seems against reason: trying to help the very thing that's hurting you. Trying to remember this isn't a "thing", but a person. And at times, realizing they're beyond help, find the inner strength and cut them from your life.

Repeating this because it is excellent.

And it sounds like the text message you got was A) tone-related -- bad attempt at sarcasm, like "What are you, stupid? HELL YEAH! b)this person was too drunk to reply coherently or c) you have mistaken a douchebag for a nice person, and you need to mentally roll your eyes and cross this person off the list of Nice People I Would Like to Gift With My Awesome Presence.

I read it with something like A) as my interpretation. If I'd gotten that text in a similar situation, I would probably respond with, "Dude, I can't read minds. I need to know which bar." I have a specific friend in mind, with whom I can vividly imagine having this conversation.

I can haz purple lipstick.

That is all.

Purple lipstick is pretty awesome. I have some, too.

I read it with something like A) as my interpretation.

Me, too.

Okay, I woke up in a better mood, which is good, but I very much need A Plan, like Erin. Hmm.

On our last day of vacation, one of my mom's friends visited us. The friend came in and hugged my mom and hugged my dad. My mom said, "You remember Hillary," and the friend said, "Of course I do -- I remember that you don't like it, but I'm going to hug you anyway." And the she hugged me as I tried to not shrink away. When she was leaving, I purposely went and sat on the couch and said my goodbyes from there, but the friend actually pushed past my dad to get to me to give me another hug, again while saying, "I know you don't like it." It's not like this is someone close -- last time I saw her was probably 15 years ago. Why do people do this? I hate it. (When I was a kid, my mother was very insistent on kids having personal space, and that no one could hug me or touch me if I said no. Apparently kids get more personal space than adults, because when we were talking about it later, she reluctantly agreed that I do have a right to personal space, but she said that I have to remember that other people like hugs, too.)

Then they should hug other people who like hugs and leave you alone!!! WTF?

Hil, wtf? I'm not sure I could have resisted responding with, "I know you don't like being slapped in the face, but....."

Seriously, that's bad. I am a hugger, and I try to remember who's not. I might accidentally hug someone I'm not supposed to. But I would never remember, tell them I remember, and then hug them anyway. That's just asinine.

Well, I am chilling out with my bonus time. The SO has left for the airport. I need to finish laundering the linens, breaking down the recyclables, and I should probably get dressed at some point, but the house is in reasonable condition for guests. Oh, and I need to grocer.

Only, there's a youth work team that's come in town that is hanging with our other missions buddies this week, and I was thinking about going down to hang with them this afternoon. But that kinda defeats the purpose of introvert time.

I am trying to identify people I want to invite to a very toned-down version of a bachelorette party (think Lily's from 'How I Met Your Mother'. Without the vibrator). My little sis is organising it for me. I am stumped. Turns out, being an antisocial homebody with an ASD whose main interests are reading and television - not ideal for party planning. Even if the party involves tea at Fortnum and Mason's (now that bit I'm up for).