tomato soup and more salad. oatmeal is for breakfast. I should go see that I actually have some.
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Gah. The neuromas in both feet are acting up, and I'm not sure why. The only think I can think is that the extreme cold has done something to make them achier than usual. I had no issues all summer, and I wasn't exactly inactive.
My ToC won't auto-generate! Fuck you, Word.
it's mad at you for yelling at me. pfffft.
Suela - that bites donkey nuts.
I'm feeling kinda better today, at least the throat is better. Why do I always forget how much better I feel post-shower. Maybe tomorrow I'll graduate to outside clothes.
Glass of wine for msbelle.
Suela, that is awful! They need some sandpapering of the genitals as a friendly reminder that they are FUCKING WITH PEOPLE'S LIVES.
My ToC won't auto-generate! Fuck you, Word.
The headers were actually created as proper headers, I hope?
Drives me insane when the upstream people insert or delete table and headers manually. Frakks my auto-generated TOCs right up. Bastiges.
I had chicken for lunch and dinner. Trying to eat a roast chicken by yourself is a lot of eating, even with the help of the cats.
Sigh. My friends are in town from Conn. and we're supposed to go our for brunch on Saturday. I was suggesting places to go and rashly also suggested that I could cook for us. Guess which option they decided? Oh, Yes. And my friend can't eat anything cured, aged, or fermented. No cheddar! No bacon! Guess who'll probably be getting up @6 AM to go to the farmer's market on Saturday?
The headers were actually created as proper headers, I hope?
Outline mode all the way! But when I delete Heading 1 from the ToC levels, it won't find any entries. So, headers are no longer proper headers, because I need to manually style Heading 1. Fuck you.
Also, Epiphany yelled at you, msbelle. I was just the conduit.
Going home now. Working from home tomorrow. Crazy day.
And my friend can't eat anything cured, aged, or fermented.
That's tragic.