So I would feel more virtuous about getting up this morning for the walk, except that one of the women I was at dinner with last night is I think already in the midst of the triathlon she's doing today.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - getting up is very virtuous! See also, moving about.
For Jilli - wish the teleporter worked: A local museum here has Bram Stoker's original research notes and outlines for Dracula and has a heap of events each October for Dracfest [link]
I just looked up the Liars Club. They're fairly serious about themselves, yes?
They're a fun bunch. I can vouch for most of them.
It's just called Philly Lit Night
ah! Sounds fun!
Female protesters getting maced by police at Occupy Wall Street protest: [link] It's hard with these little clips to get any context, but it's hard to see what could have legitimately provoked the use of mace in this instance.
My head feels like gimlet.
Sick. I'm sick. My asthma has flared. I can't breathe sitting up. I can't breathe horizontally. Ok, I can, kinda. But I have absolutely zero energy.
My head feels like gimlet.
ouch.
eta: Poor Suzi. Feel better
Allyson, did you ever ask your doctor about getting actual IBS meds? I meant to ask you that a week ago, but apparently I only did so inside my head.
My head feels like gimlet.
SNORT. I have been there, sister.
Water, ibu, food and a nap.
For Jilli - wish the teleporter worked: A local museum here has Bram Stoker's original research notes and outlines for Dracula and has a heap of events each October for Dracfest [link]
Ooooooh.
Allyson, did you ever ask your doctor about getting actual IBS meds?
How I feel after eating all the wrong food and drinking alcohol? I wish I had emailed him last week.
The first gimlet was delicious, though. The second was vodka with a piece of lime. When I bitched, the waitress just brought me a glass of lime syrup to add to it. Which makes me wonder, if I bitched about my prime rib being too rare, would she have just brought me a hibachi?