So, like the Hulk, but with words, then?

That's a pretty cool superpower.

Yeah, pretty much.

No green skin, thank god.

As a prelude to grad school? If so, in what area?

Natural Resources Leadership, aka my job. But it's something to do, and I might be able to get it partially paid for.

Just had three teeth out (molars that my mouth is too small for), and I'm pretty stoned. Typing is a challenge. My friend F. is here keeping an eye on me. Yay!

Mostly for smonster and Calli: two of the kinderqueers (one of them a NC boy whom I've known for 14 years, since he was 16) got engaged last night. Yay! (This is us in my beloved Terminal 5, though I don't know what J's Facebook privacy settings are, so I don't know if you'll be able to see it. Hooray future gay marriage! )

::back to sleep::

That's great, amyth! (Both the grad school plans and the engagement.)

If you need me to nab anything for you on the way home, I'll be going right by the hippie co-op and the regular grocery store. And if you're awake enough to read this, give F a "hey" from me.

A sibling would have come in handy for deflecting half the blame for everything. And for dealing with the elderly 'rents.

But then I'd have had to share my toys, and have even less bathroom time, and he or she'd likely have been prettier and smarter, and made crazy in different and incompatible ways, so, you know. Only may be lonely, but there's a certain pride in surviving.

No green skin, thank god.

I dunno, in the right 'verse green skin could be a plus.

I guess I reamed her out good -- I can't remember what I said, but apparently it was majestically, cooly, verbosely bitchy and accurate, and the girl left in tears. ...I was furious because that is MY LITLE SISTER, you know, that you're saying hateful stuff about.

Sounds like the Julia Sugarbaker speech: Because when Suzanne Sugarbaker threw that baton into the air, it flew higher, further, faster than any baton had ever flown before, hitting a transformer and showering the darkened arena with sparks! And when it finally did come down, Suzanne caught that baton, and 12,000 people jumped to their feet for sixteen and one-half minutes of uninterrupted thunderous ovation, as flames illuminated her tear-stained face!

And that, just so you will know, and your children will someday know, is the night the lights went out in Georgia!

Bestest sister-defense ever. Of course, she had writers.

Frank, yes. I found out yesterday that even a pounding headache isn't as bad as it could be without obnoxious neighbors making it worse.

Marshalls fail. They renamed the handicap dressing room the family dressing room and removed the large bench that made it possible for me to actually try on clothes.

OK, officially way too much Justified fandom for me, as I *totally* didn't remember Marshall's is a store and waited for a dropped body, or an unexpected subpeona or a bullet where it shouldn't be, when it's just another ADA violation.