Danny Elfman/Tim Burton box set.

Okay, I really read that wrong. I saw "Danny Elfman/Tim Burton bot sex."

Chicagoistas, I totes just bought today's LivingSocial deal for Viceroy of India, so we should go eat there sometime soon.

Oooh, that sounds good.

I don't like my water fizzy. The only carbonation I get any more is the occasional beer.

Ooh.

I think the furnace just kicked on. Yay kettles of boiling water to the rescue!

Cars are still a nogo, though. One battery is completely dead. The other turns over, but doesn't start. I did try to jump the one, but I think it's too far gone.

Or maybe not.

I am totally reduced to cargo cult status at this point. I am just waving my arms at things hoping that if I wave them right things will work. The reality is, things will probably work after tomorrow when the temperature rises above freezing. But other than that, it's just superstition.

Okay, I really read that wrong. I saw "Danny Elfman/Tim Burton bot sex."

backs away slowly

(Also, if there is Tim Burton/Danny Elfman RPF out there, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.)

(Which, yes, is somewhat hypocritical, considering I do read RPF, but still. I have boundaries.)

(I also like parentheses!)

Wow. I just zoned out for half an hour. At least I'm not as sleepy now! Heading out in another half hour for a swim.

I think I found Colin RPF yesterday. I read it, and I don't understand what happened.

Is that because of the writing, or your brain protecting you?

I love seltzer. Selllltzerrrrr. Ahem.

Cashmere, sorry about the family crazy.

Consuela, sorry about the job fuckitude.

Teppy, have you seen this tumblr?

I went out, ran 6 errands and made it home safely. Only time I really slid was making the turn back into my driveway. YAY! And now we have donuts for tomorrow, and Boston Market for tonight and I have SOcial Network to watch and meds for tomorrow. The cats have food and I bought mac a scoop of his favorite ice cream. Also, it was enough outside to keep me from going stircrazy.

Well, it sounds as though the contracting thing for my job is under way. They tell me I'll probably be out of work for about two weeks. But still, what a clusterfuck.

And I feel a little like they're making all this effort because they like me personally, not because it's the professional thing to do. Which means, so the guy who get let go, they just didn't like him? Yoiks.

And the Big Boss wants to go climbing with me while I'm off, which just... errrgh. He's like, t counts fingers four levels senior to me. Makes me twitchy.

Anyway. Now I'ma delete most of my bookmarks and purge my personal folders. Unfortunately I cannot delete the history on this machine so if someone really wants to look, I'm screwed.