I managed to get up early today (partly because I did nothing last night), because I was supposed to meet my trainer at 9AM. Then as I was walking to the gym he called to cancel. I went home to get my headphones, dithered for a bit, and eventually went back and was on the elliptical for a while. But then I got coffee and a croissant (mmm, so bad for me) and have accomplished nothing since. ...I should go get an oil change and return some clothes. Maybe I'll go to the movies. I had two different friends that were like "yeah, let's hang out this weekend!" and then yesterday were like "yeah, not today, how about sunday??" and then...nothing. BOO.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
wow ita. I hope she is there now.
Shrift hair: yay!
Fluffy Charlie: yay!
Flaky nurse: boo!
I am accomplishing nothing, because I'm at my mother's. Bored now.
I will just echo what Ginger said, except I am doing nothing producive at my home.
How are you doing, Ginger? Other than bored.
Pretty good. This trip has been tiring, but it's hard to separate physical symptoms from raging annoyance.
Yesterday, we were theoretically sorting out bridge cloths from the mountains of inherited tablecloths and napkins to send to a relative who said she'd like them. One set was prettier than the others, and Mom said, "That's so pretty. Let's save it." You're 88, Mom. Save it for what?
As I was driving over to Hil's house this morning in preparation for the release of the GISHWHES list (expect Beep Me post soon), I was listening to Nightvale episode 22. And the weather came on, and I thought, "This is a nice enough song." And then t spoilers for the weather in Ep 22 the chorus started with a lyric something very like, "There's a hole in the world. You'd have thought we'd know." And I said, "Wait. Wait! I know that line. Is this...is this a fanwork?" and then I went back to the beginning of the song, and it fit, and I said, "Holy shit, I think it is!" and then, in the credits, the nice lady said the song was called "Winnifred" and I wanted to know why no one told me about this.
Oh Ginger.
One set was prettier than the others, and Mom said, "That's so pretty. Let's save it." You're 88, Mom. Save it for what?
Classic Mom.
I forgot to say shrift's hair was lovely! As is shrift.
You're 88, Mom. Save it for what?
That's what I've been telling my parents, who are in the process of moving to a one-bedroom apartment. They're only 70, but I said, if you're not using the china now, and I don't want it, why lug it over there just to stuff under the bed?