when it was just the two of you and his guitar

Bunk. I'll be in my bunk.

Sue. That is a special dream. When CJ was little he once told me that I have a penis, I'm just hiding it.

Car stuff was minor. I walked 3 miles today and the bill came in about $20 under the estimate.

Sue. That is a special dream.

I have been thinking about it all day, but it's just not the kind of thing you bring up with your coworkers.

Hee. The "like velvet" part is making me think of saying that in the "like BUTTAH" voice....

I dreamt last night that I grew a very long, thin penis. It felt like velvet.

Okay, while I want to live in Raq's dream world, I'm seeing that Sue's dreamworld has some advantages as well.

I always seem to come back to this quote from Elaine on Seinfeld: "I don't know how you guys walk around with those things. "

"I don't know how you guys walk around with those things. "

I remember trying to win an argument with Tim by proclaiming "Internal junk, man! INTERNAL JUNK!" (I don't remember the argument itself, or if I won, but I feel that such a proclamation had to have been successful.)

Speaking of women and 'junk'. This morning, working in the sound shop with 101's (undergrad actors/dancers who need to work backstage or in the shops in order to get cast in shows. So, low skill level, but usually very helpful and friendly). Anyhow, we have been testing a new gadget on one of our mid sized mixers all last week, and it's working great, so time to pack up the mixer. We had it on this stand: [link] that makes it easy to pivot it up, with 2-3 people, rather than 5-6 people lifting it up. So, we were putting it back in the case, and lowering it to the ground. Me and the male 101 on the receiving side of the mixer, and the tall female 101 holding it from falling too fast on the tipping up side of the mixer. Well, I didn't see it coming, but she was straddling the support bar, trying to hold on to the mixer, and then gravity kicked in, and that tilt stand pivoted up like a rocket, and caught her straddling it! I was horrified! Oh My! ARE YOU OK!?!?! She was laughing. Which first I took for shock. And she kept saying "I am so lucky I'm a girl! If I had ... ya know... guy.... ya know... oh my gawd that would have hurt". It took a few minutes to make sure she wasn't in shock or something. But for the next 15 minutes or so, she kept giggling.

IOmeN- I slept like 3 hours last night, because somebody kept loosing track of time while playing Assassins Creed 2. "oh, I'll just find all of the treasures and then go to bed". "Oh, that looks like an easy mission, and that would be a great stopping point, I'll do that, and then go to bed". Next thing I know, it's about 4am. And just as I convinced myself that I have some comp time to burn, as well as working this weekend, why not leave early, like shortly after lunch. Just as my brain was approving that idea, and getting in that happy mindeset of leaving early, I see on my calendar, a 4pm appointment. Thankfully a short one. But... no leaving 2:30ish like I was hoping. I got nobody to blame but myself.

Is it still ok to cook beans that I accidentally soaked for the last 18 hours?

Still no word about the diagnosis for my computer. I'm still hoping for less than a month.

Is it still ok to cook beans that I accidentally soaked for the last 18 hours?

I would.