If it's a wild thing, I trust you put it in the bed without any supper. According to Ryan's storybooks, it's standard operating procedure.

Hee.

Oh, man, Strix, tickets are about $165 for that weekend. ::whimpers::

I don't remember the Chick tract/American Psycho connection. I haven't read the book and I walked out of the movie during the chainsaw scene.

Went out to dinner with boss and Mr. Yin. We figured out why our first few window jobs didn't make money, so that's good. Hopefully my boss can take that info to our clients and have it make sense to them. And hopefully we can also figure out how to make these processes go faster.

Pooped after my late night last night. Crashing. Sis and I are both doing better today, thanks again.

What do other people do without buffistas?

Flail and cry.

I don't remember the Chick tract/American Psycho connection.

Oh, that's not from American Psycho. I just think it would be funny as hell.

Oh, that's not from American Psycho. I just think it would be funny as hell.

I love Steph's mind.

I love Steph's mind.

Ditto. HA! Pretty sure that would be considered unprofessional.

Okay, if I slump over any further I'd be typing with my nose. Bed time it is.

When I think of oyster sauce, I think of the Chinese sauce, which is made out of oyster mushrooms, not oysters. Maybe that answers your confusion, Hil?

I love Steph's mind.

At a party recently, I don't know what I was doing -- I think it was (unintentionally) hitting myself in the head with the LED poi in a sad attempt to spin them -- but I was swearing and then generally grumbling by way of making fun of myself. And one of our friends said, "I love it when Steph is un-business-like!"

And I thought, my god, is that really how I come off? In my mind (see, that's the link to what I quoted from your post), I am a jackass and a goofball and HILARIOUS (although even in my own mind, I realize that 90% of what I think is funny is actually funny ONLY to me). It's weird to realize how people see me. I don't mean to be stiff and standoffish -- and I know that's not what my friend meant (at least, I'm assuming she didn't mean I was *only* stiff and standoffish) -- but I guess I am.

I think what I do is try to act "right" so that people won't flee, and I over-correct and come off a bit too stiff.

But I swear to god, in my own mind, I am COMEDY GOLD.

Dudes, I am so tired right now.

I had what ended up being a 12 hour driving day because the Biscuit and I were both dilatory and made, like, seven stops in the first three hours. I was so tired I was sitting in my hotel room trying to figure out what to order for dinner for about ten minutes before I remembered I already had dinner with me, all I had to do was heat it up.

However, I also stopped by the Cheese Outlet today (did you know there was such a thing as a cheese outlet? I mean, how long has the cheese been sitting there not selling before it hits the outlet?) and so I have delicious white cheddar curds with garlic and dill also. My plan for world domination by refrigeration with hotel and gas station ice is continuing apace.

Okay, I'm going to stop now, because I am clearly in Mode of Road Trip where all road-related minutia is fascinating to me, and only me.

Cheese Outlet

!!!!!!!

I would buy ALL THE CHEESE. Even the irregular cheese. (That's what I associate with outlets -- "irregulars" and last season's clothes.)

When I think of oyster sauce, I think of the Chinese sauce, which is made out of oyster mushrooms, not oysters.

I don't know the story in the US, but over here, oyster sauce includes oysters as an ingredient.

Watching Project Runway with Emeline is so hilarious that I'm totally letting her stay up an extra half hour to watch the end of it.

"That is nice, but it needs more color. A fire ruby right in the middle would splash it!"

"Oooh! I like that one, but it's too big in the waist."

"That one needs to be fixed - you can almost see her boobs."

I swear I want to start a blog with her.