I posted a reply full of my usual caveats.

Muchas gracias!

Man, why am I not in bed? I need to get up early for training tomorrow. I was exhausted today and strangling on my own passive-aggressiveness, and it took everything I had not to reply to some emails with, "Why don't you go fuck yourself?"

Man, why am I not in bed?

Right? Aren't you sick? Haven't you been sick for a month?

Aren't you sick? Haven't you been sick for a month?

Yes! And tomorrow it will be two goddamn weeks, but apparently I don't think I need 8 hours of sleep because I, sir, am an idiot.

but apparently I don't think I need 8 hours of sleep because I, sir, am an idiot.

No, that calculation is correct. You don't need 8 hour so sleep.

You need 10.

The cat just tried to climb a small cd tower. That'll learn him. maybe.

go to bed shrift.

good for you msbelle.

and thanks for being here ginger

Bacon!

What? Yes, that's all I got out of the last hundred or so posts.

Also, goose grease. Nom. Admittedly it takes a much bigger process to obtain, but at the end of that process, you have delicious goose, and also, vast unknowable quantities of goose grease in which to cook everything ever.

Shit, it looks like a second reactor has ruptured spewing steam.

Oh, dear. I hope the men in the article you quoted aren't too close.

with bacon grease and duct tape, we should be able to solve all the world's problems.

If only they had thought of that before the earthquake! And/or 9/11. @@

Oh, wait, it's not a book made of bacon here you peel off the leaves and fry them up, is it?

Of course that's what I thought, too.

A woman is suing her daughter's preschool for not adequately preparing the daughter for the kindergarten entrance exams. [link] (Manhattan, of course.)

I went to bed wondering if I was getting a cold, but woke up this morning sure of it, between the stuffy nose, sore throat, and having turned into a OMGWTFSHUTUPALREADY GINOURMOUS WHINY BABY.