I'm glad you got some amount of treatment, at least, ita.

I just went out scouting for boxes, figuring I wouldn't find any today, but to think about where to go back to during the week, and after a year and a half of complaining about/being confused by the lack of a liquor store in my neighborhood? I realized what was the liquor store. It has t-shirts in the front window! And liquor behind them.

I am impressed that you can keep working on your art even with that kind of pain.

Call it self defense. I don't want to feel any more miserable than I already am. I'm behind on so much (including making my apartment nurse-ready for tomorrow) but if I can do fair by the daily photo and the daily picture (only 7 more days of those to go!) I'm getting out of bed for something (well, for the photo--don't need to get out of bed to draw).

And sometimes something different pops up! I worked in colour yesterday, for no reason other than colour. Not even as part of the daily pics.

Yo Is This Racist played my question! What?!?! Andrew Ti just called me "this lady."

Yo Is This Racist played my question! What?!?! Andrew Ti just called me "this lady.

Ooh, what/when/where?

On Friday's podcast.

Oh, hah, I totally recognized your voice, even before remembering you mentioning what you asked here on borg!

Hee.

Matt, oh my goodness. Do cats like denim or something?

I don't know. Jackson had been fine in my room overnight, and this was within 30 minutes of Molly being let in, so I don't know if she just really, really needed to go or if it was a protest over me trying to sleep in instead of immediately putting out cat food. Up til now they've both been awesome about only using the litterbox.

I also found my neighbor's Maine coon Beau in the hallway outside my door when I left for lunch, and he was still out in the stairwell meowing when I checked back by before leaving for work. No one answered the door downstairs and I can't really let him into my apartment when there are two unfamiliar cats half his size inside (not to mention I think Molly is going into her first heat), so I just gave him a water dish and am crossing my fingers no one lets him escape the building.

I'm visiting with one of my cousins and will head up the hill to the wedding in a couple of hours. It is going to be interesting... The more I hear about the heroin and the guy she is marrying - the more the trainwreak this becomes. And I'm not even there yet.

I fell down an awful rabbit hole.

I'm . . . why did I . . .

I'm so glad that I don't listen to current music at this moment.

Investigated the parodies of Blurred Lines. The puppies parody was still disturbing because of beastiality overtones. Watched a couple of more parodies, read some articles going from accounts of rape victims to "it's totally innocent!", made myself watch part of the original unrated version, and then got to Miley Cyrus. That, I think, was the worst of it. Even the announcer was disturbing.

I also got really sad when I saw that Jimmy Fallon sang the song with them in the same way he sang the Sesame Street song with-- I think it was The Roots. I felt sullied.