I meant to buy a huge bag of apples at the farmers market and go pie crazy, but I forgot the apples. I almost want to go back down there but I am so tired, I don't think I can get off the couch.

Really, when someone asks you where you're going, and it's Vegas, the answer should always be "Vegas, baby!"

At least I have apple cake for second breakfast....

That reminds me, I want to make that apple cake today if I can find the time.

For now, I'm just making coffee, then eggs will soon follow.

I'm not sure I have anything that'll make a reasonable breakfast. Household management fail. At least I have coffee. Maybe I'll be able to figure something out after some of that.

After I let the animals out at 6am (because they let me sleep in that late in their benevolence) I went back to sleep and had a really vivid dream of being on vacation (with some very unsettling details that I will gloss over because that is not the point) and I woke up not knowing what day it was or when I got back from the Caribbean (note that I have not been to the Caribbean. Ever.) Subjective passage of time, man, so weird.

I want to go to Vegas or the Caribbean,but instead I am going to the office.

Wheeeee

My main goal for the afternoon is to not buy a lot of stuff at Target, since I want to walk a couple of miles and then go to a panel discussion after. What I can do is plan to order stuff off the website. And buy some tights.

Happy Saturday Office Funtime, Lee.

That's a thing, right?

Good plan, Jesse.

I discovered that actively using The one crutch has been hurting me and wearing me out more than just walking unaided. So I shortened it to force myself to have it handy in case I step wrong and for stairs and slopes, but otherwise it's better to just walk.

I am such a sucker! I just got voluntold to sell tickets at the church fair tomorrow. I didn't have any specific plans, and it's only an hour and a half in my neighborhood, but STILL.

It's interesting that the bandage was contributing to a different sort of pain than not using it. I don't know about quantity exactly--I dislike both states, but they are markedly different. Interesting.

The new gawker software means that old posts get highlighted when new ones of a topic are posted, so people will comment and recommend posts you'd forgotten about. God, I say a lot of things.

A: My father had a math professor who named her son... wait for it... Euclid. I can't even.
me: I had a Comp Sci professor that named his daughter Pascal. It was kinda cute.
B: I have a friend who named her kid Pascal Darwin. Top that.
me: Uh, my father's name is Herschel Galileo.

I didn't mention my mother's middle name is Dolores Delrio, since that's getting into readily identifiable, but still. Never go up against a Jamaican when naming kids is on the line.