Lou Reed was only 71?

Wait. Lou Reed was the same age as my dad?

Dang. I'm going to put on some VU in his honor.

I live in a modern city, too, but you could bag a deer (with your car) on any variety of four-lane through streets around here this time of year.

Seriously. I walked out of the house at noon the other day, and there were 3 deer just hanging out on our street, about 1 house down from me. In the middle of the street. Granted, we live right next to Mt. Airy Forest, so getting wildlife is kind of normal, but I don't expect multiple deer in broad daylight.

I'm having a hard time figuring out what I can eat for breakfast that isn't super carby

I was making oatmeal but waiting for the water to boil seemed to be taking too long so I toasted half of a (whole wheat!) English Muffin. All the carbs are in my tummy.

omg, 3 hours til I need to leave for trunk & treat. I need to:

finish costume
make cupcakes
find a store with more mini pumpkins
possibly get the car throw a car wash
get to church and decorate trunk.

BYE. I am FLAILING!

Lou Reed? Damn. That makes me sad.

WRT dying young, I can't even say how I feel. Dad died at 67, mom at 72, sister will not see 53. My gene pool sucks.

I'm so sad for you, Burrell.

I am feeling possibly cursed.

Aw, Burrell. I don't think so. I'm just so sorry for everything you're going through.

I'm sorry, Burrell. I think you probably are not cursed, but I imagine that doesn't make much of a difference to the feeling.

I am feeling possibly cursed.

I'm not exactly happy funshine ball or anything, but you've got our support through the good times and the bad. I feel comfortable speaking for even the lurkers on this matter.

I have applied and been accepted as new!Ferg's official papparazzo. I love taking pictures of babies, even if they're not old enough (7 weeks) to do much. So many expressions, and no codebook to predict the next one.

I'm getting last week's nurse, which is fine, I suppose. She doesn't push the dilaudid at the most effective speed, but pain meds are being administered, and I'm not being sold snake oil.

I have an appointment with the neuro first thing tomorrow. I don't know how to look him in the face. Not answering email is a stank move. I feel all flakey and needy, but...I did need.

Huh. I do not have fancy sound in my living room, but some of the ambient noises in J. Edgar really feel like they're in here with me. Why this movie?

Whoa -- Good Stuff turned three today! I would not have guessed it had been that long.