I've kind of decided to take your approach, Consuela.

I figured there had been some discussion, but since I never go into Boxed set and was playing catch up, I just asked here.

I only ever really cared about Walter, and seeing his pain was too painful.

The admin position this person is applying for is computer-heavy, with lots of word. I am starting to suspect she doesn't want resume formatting help, but a tutor.

Oh dear.

I will note that when my family ordered anchovies on Pizza in one of the few decent pizzarias in LA in the 60's (LA Pizza was mostly awful at that time) the owner came out and asked my father if we were Italian. When my Dad said we were Jewish, the owner said that when it comes to appreciating food, that was close enough.

hmm ... I haven't had anchovies on pizza for a long time ... and I do love those salty/fishy little bits of yum.

Man, you people are bad for me. Last night it was crappy Mexican. Now I need pizza.

(Still not as bad as the Kindle, which keeps throwing out Cadbury Creme Egg ads.)

Lucky for me, I have leftover crappy pizza from last night -- splitting the difference!

Man, you people are bad for me. Last night it was crappy Mexican. Now I need pizza.

Seriously. I've been on a total pizza craving kick lately too, and as of last night I am out of all the lower calorie frozen options, so now I may have to order the real thing for dinner.

Work is driving me crazy today. I've tried to keep my schedule clear so I could jump into the work I'm taking over. But the guy who wanted out has been incommunicado all day. And the questions I'm getting from the PM require more info than I have at my fingertips so I feel like I'm being non-responsive.

I just know if I jump into a different project, this other project will become an emergency and I'll want to hop a plane so I can cut a bitch.

Separately, I brought some tulips the other day, and they are so pretty. I really need to be better about buying myself flowers.

The SO is having pizza for dinner tonight with his trainer, to celebrate being down to his goal weight - his college weight. Whoot for him, but man, it sucks that I am still pretty close to my peak weight. But I'm just not consistent and dedicated the way he has been. I want the results without the work, and for some reason that doesn't work in music or in health.

I could join him, but a) I would feel weird eating celebratory pasta, and b) I have a lot to do to whip this house into shape still. Friends of ours are coming in, and we originally were going to do a house concert with them, but somehow it turned into throwing a show at a venue with two opening acts. And if we're lucky we'll break even. I don't even know.

AND what started out as them being there day of show and the next night has somehow morphed into: they arrive Friday, play at the open mic night at the coffeeshop as a promo, we set the venue Saturday, their full show is Saturday night, we restore the set because sunrise Easter services the next day at that church, pancake breakfast the following morning, church, and then Easter dinner our friends invited us to.

I mean, thank goodness our friends invited us, because I hadn't even thought about Easter dinner, being tight on cash and not knowing they were staying through Sunday night. So now Fri-Mon.

Thank goodness for moodgym or I would have been EVEN MORE of a sniveling wreck than I am right now. At this point I feel philosophical about it. It'll be what it'll be. They're good friends, so them being here will be chill, and if the house isn't pristine, so what?

I'll get it to where there's a place for them to sleep and a bathroom with towels they can use and feed them, and we'll throw the show, and it'll be what it is.