I think I'm feeling better! But I'm afraid it's a lie.
I see your uhhhhhhhhhhh and raise you a gnyeh.
Buffy ,'Potential'
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.
Jesse - Jan 27, 2011 4:53:53 pm PST #19558 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Lee - Jan 27, 2011 4:55:32 pm PST #19559 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I hope it's not a lie, Jesse! You deserve to be better already
DavidS - Jan 27, 2011 5:00:50 pm PST #19560 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I think I'm feeling better! But I'm afraid it's a lie.
Maybe take a shower and drink some water and see where you are?
Jesse - Jan 27, 2011 5:01:47 pm PST #19561 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I'll just see how I feel in the morning. And possibly still not go in, just on principle.
§ ita § - Jan 27, 2011 5:03:30 pm PST #19562 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Okay, I may have stolen Shemar, but totally not for Scrabble purposes.
I am overwhelmed with the urge to wail "The cake is a lie!" and swoon dramatically. Except I'm totally not getting up or anything.
Ginger - Jan 27, 2011 5:04:37 pm PST #19563 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I felt a bit bad about that, because it had really helped my friend's arthritis pain, so I suggested he ask his doctor about trying it.
I know it's hard to escape that feeling, but thousands of doctors prescribed it and his doctor might have suggested it on his own if your father asked for something stronger. Let the manufacturers and the FDA feel bad. If only.
Without ibuprofen, I become the Tin Man in rain, getting stiffer and achier each day.
sarameg - Jan 27, 2011 5:43:17 pm PST #19564 of 30001
I have to say, being sick of telecommuting aside, it's brought back out Devi's cuddly affectionate side, and I'd missed it. Usually only got it first thing in the morning and occasional random moments. But she's been so talky and curled up against me, so that's nice.
erikaj - Jan 27, 2011 5:48:30 pm PST #19565 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
Just when I think Paul Rudd can't be cuter.
Liese S. - Jan 27, 2011 6:15:25 pm PST #19566 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Don't go in tomorrow, Jesse. You're already reconciled to not being in, and it's better to have the day to fully recuperate rather than to go back in early and find you're sicker and need to take more time off.
That's the only thing...Or maybe puppets.
As all right thinking lava monsters should be.
My high student texted me and then called me and now is texting me again. I don't think he actually needs anything. When I answer he's all, hey, what up. Like he's been texting me every day, and hasn't just contacted me for the first time in five years.
I'm thinking maybe it's time to set boundaries and ignore? And I can check in with him tomorrow? I dunno.
-t - Jan 27, 2011 7:03:45 pm PST #19567 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Boundaries sound reasonable for that situation.
Naproxen is my One True Painkiller and I'm glad that I don't need it very often.
In petty annoyance news, I tried baking a cake and it didn't work out. I have this tiny little penguin-shaped cake pan and it came with a recipe for white cake that supposedly fits it - one egg and 20 g of pretty much everything else. Which sounded kind of pound cakish, maybe? I don't know, I usually make eggless cakes, so this was new territory. Anyway, it was 20g of baking soda, too, which didn't seem right but I had no idea how to adjust that so I went with it and the cake exploded all over my toaster oven and what was left in the pan has that way-too-much-baking-soda taste.
So, no cake. Wah.