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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oy, I am a lazy slob. Went to a concert with the family last night (Natalie Cole, who still looks fantastic, singing with the SF Symphony), and then slept right through to 8:30 AM. So here it's 10:30 and I'm still in my pjs.
Gotta get off my ass: I am supposed to be volunteering at the food bank at noon.
Dog is bored.
Ugh. I feel so unprepared for this holiday, but at least I'm not in charge of the turkey.
I'm still congested from last week's cold. My mom texted me yesterday that my great uncle passed away and I had to do family math to place him. I'm still waiting on delivery of my niece's birthday gift and my train is tomorrow at 1pm. I'd really prefer not to do emergency gift shopping this time of year.
I will never make it through next week. All afternoon, I've been getting little bits of work done in between reading the internet, and it already feels like a lot, and it's not even 2:30 yet! WTF. I need to make more lunch plans.
What's the context where people are telling Noah he's Chinese, I wonder? If it's in an insulting or alienating way, no wonder he's objecting.
I always very strongly identified as Asian, but I was full blooded, fourth generation Japanese growing up in a town with three minorities of any kind. There wasn't going to be any way for me not to know. And I was raised culturally Japanese in many ways, although in truth probably mute like culturally Hawaiian.
omg, why do people keep making me work on new things! I had things to do today and I should be able to go through them slowly while taking many internet breaks. NO NEW THINGS.
I did have BK for lunch, so that was at least good.
Did you see this? [link]
Oh, Jesse, he looks like this baby.
I think there was a gang of Swedes trying to chainsaw down my building. I'm assuming they failed, but I was going to take lunch AKA walk to grab a self portrait outside, and I'm scared I'll be grabbed outside by blond men with power tools.
And not in the sexy way.
I love the 90s.
Woo, I have a package in the mailroom! No emergency shopping for a three-year-old for me.
Well, I do have to buy gift bags. But now I can leave early and do laundry while I work from home.
