Aims, it's something. Part time is part money. Better than nothing. And as someone who has hired folks, yes, following directions keeps you on the "look at" pile. Being a pest puts you in the recycle bin FAST!

I don't understand why I still have 20/20 vision. Both of my parents needed glasses by my age.

Do you ever hear All Along The Watchtower emanating from the walls of your apartment?

Maybe. Do you?

Apropos of nothing, I have now hooked my roommate on BSG, thanks to a certain complete collection. We're only a few episodes into S2, and he's already commented that the writing isn't as strong as the first season. I told him it's up and down from here on out, but still better than most TV.

~ma all around, please.

Aims, that response is pretty hilarious. NSM that following directions would make them want to interview you, but that they would actually say it. Good luck!

Heh, Kate, BABIES! I'm not much of a babies person, but it seems to be dependent on my affection for the parents. I am utterly obsessed with being the Favorite Aunt to C&J's baby. And she has a biological aunt (who is like a sister to me) that, I'm sorry, is just going to have to STEP OFF. (I'm kidding, um, a little.) If you and M. have a baby one day, I will gleefully let it hurl all over me, jsyk.

{{Stephanie & Joe}}

I have now hooked my roommate on BSG

I'm doing a rewatch at the moment - currently have the season three finale on. Haven't yet managed to get The Girl interested. She's a bit nervous of 'proper' sci-fi. (She does not include Star Trek: TNG in this definition.)

Well, M may have hurled on you, amyth, but she peed on me! So there! Or something. (kidding, you know I'm not in that competition oh god don't kill me)

Spoke to bonny. Still drugged and groggy, but surprisingly cogent. People! Infections are scary! Go see a doctor!

I should go home. I'm getting riled up and all I can do is look at all the Saints' pictures on Dear New Orleans [link]

Be careful what you wish for, smonster. She has also had explosive poos all over her parents and grandparents. It's truly a wondrous time. (I would never kill you! Do I sound that psycho? I was being facetious. Mostly.)

I'm glad to hear the bonny is on the mend.

I just checked the TV schedule to make sure I was getting tonight's game live. Which I am.

(no, I was being mostly facetious as well.)

I was all set to go to this phtotgraphy exhibit opening, but now I'm all pooped and punking out. Need to fix myself some dinner. Oooh, eggs.

Hee. I am excited for tonight's game, too. But we will miss it live, because we're all at rehearsal. But we're Tivoing, and our main guy and drummer are coming over after rehearsal to watch together. So I'm vaguely cleaning the house. I know they don't care because they're twenty-something dudes, but still.

I got a lot done in the office reorg today, amazingly, because I felt like all I did was jack around online all day. But the living room staging area is now reduced to the couch staging area, and the office closet now contains stuff it should contain instead of stuff that I will never need to look at again, ever, which is in the attic. Yay.

I still have probably seven bins of paper to actually go through, but it is super old and will mostly be shred pile, I think.