So glad to hear good news, Jen!

meara, you definitely do not want birds up in there. Sorry the work isn't going smoothly.

Ginger, I hate the waiting in the rooms. It is never soon. Continued ~ma for you as you wait for the results.

I had drinks and dinner with more neighborfriends, which was good for my insecure emotional self, and I just found out that there may be some tryout work for me with a local contractor!! Which is total yay, except it sounds like he may want me to start RIGHT AWAY and my parents get here Wednesday.

JenP, hurrah for good news!

And I'm pondering how all that affects who I am and how I am now, and my game of "affection chicken" (TM Cheeks) with StW, and my feelings of loneliness and insecurity.

I wish there were an easy way to transplant emotional security, confidence, and some anti-loneliness to you. If there were, I'd mug some politician or successful used car salesperson, knock 'em out, and take theirs for you.

Happy anniversary, Erin.

So, fourteen years ago, at a much earlier point in in the day, Harvey's momma crawled under my covers and went into labor. He is celebrating with half a can of "Cowboy Cookout" by Merrick.

Thanks, WindSparrow. I got a lot done this weekend, but I did it by myself and I think I just needed to recharge my people batteries. Drinking beers and trading oppression stories and resistance victories with the lesbians two doors down was just what I needed.

Oh! And my dad emailed me back - he's voting no on Amendment One!! Yay my papa yay!!

Happy 14th, Harvey!

Happy birthday, Harvey!

~ma and hugs and cheers all around. I'm a bit overwhelmed tonight, myself.

YAY Smonster's dad!!

You any good with drywall, smonster? I'd be happy to have you doing it and staying with me a bit! :)

meara, I fucking hate drywall. Sorry! Gives me the heebie jeebies.

{{Zenkitty}}

Dammit, I have *got* to call the vet tomorrow. Xusa is limping really badly. Cat! Stop jumping!! You are old and weigh too much to be doing that!

Xusa, be gentle with yourself. You don't really want to have to go to the vet, do you?

Oh, damn, that reminds me I need to call the vet tomorrow. Time for Arthur's shots and license.

That's great news, Jen! Go Jen's mom!

Woo. So the contractor is working on his house (two blocks away) and wants me to come check out what they're doing. Can I get some good interview~ma real quick?

Also: dear body, I get it, smoking cigarettes at night means I wake up in the wee smalls with anxiety. dear subconscious, thanks for the random dream where I'm a rookie cop dating Seely Booth.