I know a guy who stabbed somebody, but he didn't kill him. He was my high school buddy who made life so much more bearable for me at the time; everybody totally stopped jacking around with me once he was my pal. The next week, my parents warned me that this new kid was in school who'd been kicked out of his school for knifing someone, and to watch out for him. And I was all, uhh, too late, we're friends, and this is his necklace I'm wearing.

Also, I'm sorry, because I think I sucked all your spoons up through the internets. There is just so much going on with the tour and fundraising and whatnot, but I am fucking getting shit done right now. I'm tired as all hell, but I am making it fucking happen, y'all.

Share the spoons. But tomorrow. I think I am going to bed. I've packed 30 boxes total. And Craigslist stupidity ate my brain.

I'm not sure I know murderers. I'd not be really shocked though. I should really know a better class of people, honestly.

We occasionally had people arrested out of class for, like, robbery, so it wouldn't shock me to find out a classmate was a murderer, but I haven't kept up with alumni enough to know.

30 boxes is a lot!

I would have to clean so much before I would let any of you into my house to clean, I cannot sign up for that plan. I would like ice cream and mac & cheese delivered, though.

Sleep well, I wish everyone more spoons tomorrow.

Also, I'm sorry, because I think I sucked all your spoons up through the internets.

Think I got a few of them too, Liese. Friday I had to go in SUPER early to work so I could leave early to take my mom in for cataract surgery. Yesterday I hosted a bridal shower for my best friend (after prepping for the last week or two every moment that I wasn't working or...no, that was it, work and shower prep). Today was my regular weekend to volunteer at the soup kitchen.

The spoons are gone now. Why oh why didn't I plan far enough ahead to take tomorrow off? But no, I have to go in early again so I can leave early for an appointment tomorrow afternoon. For which I have homework (financial planner), but no more spoons.

Hope the spoons come back on the morrow - for all of us - Yes! Spoons all around! (I hope).

I wish I had extra spoons for those who need them, but I’m storing mine to get through the next four days -- 8AM to 4PM summer AP Lit seminar at a local high school. Only tomorrow I have to be there by 7:15 for “registration.” Right, because that’s going to take 45 minutes...?

It wouldn’t be a problem, but I wrenched the hell out of my back a few weeks ago and can’t seem to stay better despite having an awesome chiropractor and spending tons of money on massage therapy. This may be related to the fact that I keep doing projects (I swear, I’m not doing anything stupid). Regardless, I’ve resorted to taking Flexoril, which means getting up tomorrow is going to be really hard. I get the nasty Flexoril hangover that turns me into a zombie, but the alternative is to wake up with massive back spasms that will make sitting at a school desk all day utter misery. So yeah.

I think I'm discovering why I'm a bit of a "night owl". Here is the latest theory. Work/school all day. Get home. Pooped. Eat. Recharge spoon collection, "night owl energy". After all evening yesterday, and pretty much all day today, I finally get the energy/moxy/inertia going at 11pm. On a school night. (@@ at self). But, I did manage to pack a lot of the loose living room clutter (I'd say about 95% of it!), and sort through more papers, and toss out two bags of garbage! Getting better. Still not looking forward to this week. Some quick-decision~ma for the contractors to know what they need to do to fix the hole in the floor, and some "sure you can move in to the other rooms~ma" would be greatly appreciated.

My backyard neighbor in Baltimore was arrested when it was found he was running a cocaine distribution ring.

Also, I went to school with one of the Menendez brothers, and was friends with one of his roommates. To say said roommate was freaked is to put it mildly.

Whoops, I reckon I'm going to have soup. That's okay.

Migraine gone, muscle soreness still very present. Took a long time to fall asleep last night, so I'm hella groggy today. And I'm working by myself, boo.

The biggest criminal I've met, to my knowledge, was Moldova's Minister of Defense under Voronin. I'm just guessing he did something criminal.

Pix, I'm so sorry about your back pain. I am right there with the Flexoril hangover. Not a good day to be working solo on little sleep.

omnis, I get your night owl theory. In a similar vein, I think I use up all my tidy spoons at work - my boss regularly refers to me as clean and organized, with no hint of irony. I literally spend all day makin messes and cleaning them up and putting things where they should be. No wonder I'm not in the mood to do more when I get home.

One of the krav instructors I trained with (the one who showed up and said "Email address? Why would I have one of those?") had a few asides like "That's not what it's like if you stab them with a screwdriver though" and "Works better with a brick."

It was a pretty illuminating week. I mean, you expect the cops and the soldiers..the gangbangers who are trying to find a legal way to make money off their violent experiences--that was a new thing for me.