We have no song. Should we have a song?

No? Remember, I used to compulsively make mix tapes. To the point of right before Pete and I started dating, StuntHusband wandered over to my desk, picked up the case for the mixtape I had made the night before, read the track list, and said, "Oh. So, Pete, huh?"

To this day, I do not know how StuntHusband was able to deduce that from the track list.

I pretty much knew I was a goner when D sent me an email: "This is one of those times where I'll deeply regret passing something along, and also deeply regret failing to do so. This is hilarious. I'm sorry and/or you're welcome. "

And he sent me this: [link]

This is after our first date, right before our second. Le sigh. Badly written porn is responsible for my marriage.

I still feel ick, and I've got a slight fever. I think I'm going to have to take another sick day tomorrow. Damn it.

Thank you all for the condolences.

The way things are going, I'm unlikely to have a wedding to plan. So I haven't given thoughts to songs, etc. Although I have given thought to the fantasy of having Brave Combo as the wedding band.

I don't know how I can be simultaneously proud of and ashamed of the job I'm doing on this song commission, but I am. It sucks to hear something in your head and not be able to accurately bring that into the world, though.

Note to self: self, if you think you are having a bad mental health day, stay off the fucking internet.

I've screwed up (at something that involves a long story). I want my Girl (who is in another country).

Aw Seska, I'm sorry. Also sorry that MiracleMan has yet to perfect that transporter thingie.

{{Seska}}

Hil, feel better!

Anne, I'm so sorry about your grandfather.

Yes. The first one of you lot to invent a transporter gets all my money (which is about £46, but still, get on it).

And because this didn't belong with the other sentiments...

I've had a song with only one boyfriend and it was "Let's Get Drunk and Screw." Could be why I'm still single.