Strix needs to come to my house. I bet. I bet folding $$ that my house would make you weep real tears.
We are weeping as we pack.
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P-C, I am not a medical doctor, but I would talk my entire compromised bank acct to Vegas to bet that you absolutely do not have a stroke if BOTH of your wrists hurt. I would actually be more worried if it were just one.
I'm voting secretly being treated behind his own back for multiple myeloma. WAY more plausible. :)
Am I allowed to be sweaty if it's only 75 here? I did walk up and down and back and forth. Tried on a bunch of jeans in a size that actually fits, but didn't buy any of them because for some reason the thrift store only had petites. Random.
Later roommate and I are going to go eat sushi and watch movies. Separately, because we don't want to see the same thing.
I have a solid self-concept and do not need external validation, but when I got to the bottom of my unread emails telling me that I have new followers on Twitter and found that I had been retweeted by Neil Gaiman, I may have said, "Holy shit!" in my head, at the very least.
Sorry. Here you go. Silly, but it made me happy. And still not Luther.
Debet! Awesome.
what profundity did you say that got you retweeted?
I had been retweeted by Neil Gaiman, I may have said, "Holy shit!" in my head, at the very least.
I would be saying that out loud, but I have no illusions that I don't need validation. VALIDATE ME EVERYBODY.
we are too busy poisoning you in your sleep.
Curse you Velcaaaaaaaade.
I linked to a National Geographic article about composite (Frankensteinian) bog mummies in Scotland.
P-C, I was in a Panera, so societal norms prevented me from doing anything more than hand-flapping.
Also, you don't have to pay for parking so long as you exit the structure within the next 15 minutes. Or did you not mean that kind of validation?