'Help'
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.
Aargh, Jesse! I was going to bitch (a little) about the friend with the broken foot who asked me to come pick her up from the ER, which she then expected me to drive her to a Market Basket (ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON, mind you). In another state.
(OK, so Lawrence is right on the border with NH, but we had to get on 93 for three exits to get there.)
I remind myself that I owe her bigtime already. But still.
Feel free to bitch! I would not wish Market Basket on a Saturday afternoon on anyone.
I am quite proud of myself--I made it all the way outside the grocery store before I started crying. Now I'm finally doing the work I didn't have the stomach for yesterday. God, head.
Theodosia, I wish your friend a speedy recovery for her own sake and so that you don't get called on to drive her to too many torturous places.
Jesse, I hope your dad's ok.
I got myself an Icee at the gas station. I've been wanting one for a few days. O Gloriously Artificially Flavored Font of Brain Freeze, I am so glad I found you.
ita_! that just sucks.
Oh god, ita!
ita, so want better for you. You too, Jesse. Hope your dad is ok.
In hopes of losing my car a bit less, I got a zia sticker to put on the bumper. I also couldn't resist this one: [link] More for the bat than anything. We'll see if I keep the more profane bit.
Dinner and a movie (after Midnight - which I find funny since I'm Of That Age-Before Sunrise came out when I was 20) with the parents, last minute packing. Might be able to score some green chile to take home, might not.
My main bummer is my pool might not open until thurs! WOE!
Have been skipping and skimming due to eye surgery Friday. Wish all Buffistas life is shitting on that it would stop. And, I don't need to catch up to know to wish much less pain for ita !
Oh god, ita!
But, seriously--oh, god Jesse! I vote for a couple months off for you, mmkay?
(I am so fucking glad my sister was so desperate she built the chair for my balcony--even seeing it makes me happy, and working in it makes working on Saturday less heinous)
(I need to leave alone the IO9 poster who keeps insisting that a study of 240 pet-sympathetic Bostonians means that all humans think more compassionately towards animals than adult humans. That's so ridiculously privileged and deliberately narrow-minded I'm tripping over myself to rail at her, and she's probably 22 and very bright-eyed.)