Well, it is significantly prettier. I'm slightly disturbed by how much I want to live in Dr. Lecter's professional suite.

I haven't noticed. I'll pay more attention when I watch the second one.

Just called my BFF and got her daughter E. E. is depressed because her life sucks. (She is 15.) I countered that her life didn't totally suck, because she is smart and pretty. She screamed Bullshit at me twice, and I said well, tell your mom I called, and hung up. I know what's going on; it's standard teen drama, but I lack patience, especially when said teen shrieks at me. It's been half an hour; I'm about to call back. Send me teenager~ma, please, and if possible the ability to say exactly the right thing.

Steph, O-Dawg's mom actually seems like a pretty cool person. The other person you were referring to promptly unfriended me on Facebook, and has not spoken to me in person since, although we've seen each other 3 times a week or so. And she had a screaming fight with the nicest woman at the playground the other day. @@@@@@@@@@

The other person you were referring to promptly unfriended me on Facebook, and has not spoken to me in person since, although we've seen each other 3 times a week or so. And she had a screaming fight with the nicest woman at the playground the other day. @@@@@@@@@@

Dang. What the hell, lady.

Honestly, after the fight I am a little concerned that she might have some mental health issues.

Teenager is happy now and is using my long-distance telephone minutes to play me her current favorite song. It's by Tokio Hotel, and we're now arguing about whether it's okay to dislike a band for deliberately misspelling Tokyo.

We were silent for a minute because she was messaging with someone else on the computer. Then she asked if she could hang up since we weren't talking. I said yes. Good to know we can do that now. Up to now, she's wanted me to be on the phone even if she wasn't talking to me.

Teenagers.

God knows I love talking with M, but I really don't love listening to him play over the phone; I lack the right gene or something. I like to play or talk WITH him, but I am bored to distraction just watching/listening to him play on Skype or via phone. I can do it for a few minutes, but I believe if one is calling people, one should talk with those people.

And I do not feel one whit guilty. D can do it forever but once M is distracted, I am outtie.

Despite the snow this morning, we just spent four or five hours cleaning up and then reseeding the park. And installing totally non-authorized fences across the entrances.

And now I have to go right back out with the damn dogs. But not to the park.

I've taken a bunch of pictures, and put them on the web. They're just for me, to use as references even when I'm not connected to my NAS. They are foldered by major divisions Supernatural vs. Other TV, key stuff like that.

And then I tag them. There are thousands out there. Who's in the pic? What is their weapon? Which direction are they facing? What are they wearing? So I can find the exact right angle for the pictures in my head.

But...the tags I put in recently are gone. Where can I lose a tag? So I have a bunch of that to re do

Woe is me.

Today I bought a pie, got hit with the genderstick (men's underwear and sleepwear are not intimates at Macy's) and just my search for a pair of silk or similar fabric in muted tones...I have a small men's PJ bottom with grey stripes. Everything eles was not worth trying on. Mens stuff: blue green plaid. Womens: bright pink, green, blue with flowers and ruffles and lace.

I ripped the but out of a par of CK forest green PJ pants. That's what I want to replace. And not have the salesperson walk around in circles while we both know there ain't shit there.

I gotta hit the website instead.

Then, oddly, the vitamin store had these "specific" packs. The pack for the guy was to make him successful, the woman's to make her sassy. The first adjective she got for what it could do for her was "beautiful." For him, masterful.

You know, it probably works. But I didn't buy any.

I am so dead for the day. I think I heard that last spoon drop just as I tried to work out where to buy weekend groceries. Instead, lie down. I'm gonna lie down.

Shit, all the clothes that were messy around the room are now sorted for laundry or storage. It's been a while.

Right, lying down. leaving today's drawing for a little.