SLARTIBARTFAST! Welcome back!

Glad your sister is okay, omnis.

I've been farting around elsewhere on the web and thus silent here, for which I beg forgiveness, but at least it was Buffy-related. (Stupid people needed headpunching. It was a thing.)

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SLARTIBARTFAST!

MY REACTION EXACTLY.

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Hi, SLNRLBF!

Glad your sister is doing better, omnis.

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My sister updated her Facebook (her mode of telling everyone her status, rather than calling/texting everyone)

Apart from the fact that I'd never use my Facebook for this, I like the cut of her jib. It's what I'd do. But I'd post locked to LJ instead. Um, like I maybe have before...

Glad she's feeling better. Chronic pain is no joke and it's hard for people who've never had it to understand. My dad, who never gets headaches (no, not even with brain cancer), doesn't get it. He thinks if mom or I would just relax or do something somehow better, we wouldn't get them. And he knows chronic pain because he's had back surgery for it TWICE. Still it's outside his experience. Mom understands headaches, because she does get them, but not insomnia. Because she does not get that. People, man. Weird.

I'm going to strangle Puppycat if she does not stop scratching the carpet. I got her one scratching thing but she just wants to rub her face on it. Going to try one just like the carpet next. It's frustrating.

And I need dinner.

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Hi, Slartibartfast! Hey, autocorrect knows that. Awesome.

I spent many delightful hours at Tom and Nora's today, chatting, snacking, napping. And then my annoying ex-coworker showed up and Would Not Leave. I was lucky in that I could escape. OY.

I went on a date with the Ukrainian rugby player, who is super affable and looks like a taller Elvis Costello. We pretty much circumperambulated the entire French Quarter and part of the Marigny. Thank heavens I wore comfy shoes. I reckon I'll go out with him again, though there wasn't really a spark for me. Not sure if there was for him. But I was fighting a low level migraine, so I wasn't at my best.

God, I'm tired of dating.

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smonster, *I* am tired of dating and I haven't even started yet.

Niecelet is coming tomorrow for the day and overnight. She's the awesomest.

I think the grocery store needs to stop having 40% sales if you buy at least four bottles of wine. Niecelet's other aunt works there and I cannot reintroduce myself while buying four bottles of wine and milk. I even want to say hi to her. But I am too fiscally conservative to buy just one bottle of wine when I can save 40% buying more. I will totally end up going through them. It's a waste of money to do otherwise. But it's not conducive to saying, "Hi, I'm Cass, Niecelet's other aunt. It's been a while!" Because I look a lactose-tolerant lush.

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I'm very stupid. I just engaged on Facebook. I should just log out and come back in a week. Or December.

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Delurks after sixteen months to say hello Omnis.

Helllooooooo SLNRLBF!!!!! Wow. I didn't know I had such powers! It was like seeing a Romulan war bird materializing out of thin space! How cool is that!

God, I'm tired of dating

Dude, I feel your pain. At least you are out there trying. I'm too chicken to even do speed dating. How about this. I can cure the problem for both of us. Marry me? (what? A guy can try, right?)

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I am about to get off the couch and drive two hours to my sister's place, where we will use her jigsaw and feel (wo)manly. If I don't forget to take the piece of lattice I want cut. Then we will shop at consignment stores for a table that fits my particular specifications. But I am coming home tomorrow, because I don't want to be driving on Labor Day.

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I've got to go to Macy's and try to buy a dress. I don't particularly feel like shopping, but I'm going to a wedding next weekend and don't have anything to wear, so shopping is kind of necessary.

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