Happy, happy birthday, -t! Wishing you cake, of course!

Congratulations, Jessica!

Congrats, Jessica!!!!!

Happy birthday, -t! February birthdays are the bestest.

The ick persists (though the lungs are working fine). I'm so tired of this. I go to SLC next week, and I know that is 7 days from now, but I'm terrified I'll still feel like this.

My birthday is almost exactly 9 months after Valentine's Day, so I've never felt the need to ask about my own conception story.

When I was about 7, I notice that I'm three years younger than my older brother and three years older than my sister. I asked my mom why there wasn't a fourth child three years younger than my sister, and my mom said something about how they didn't fertilize at that point. So I imagined that when parents wanted to conceive, they'd go to a hardware store and buy fertilizer. But that made me wonder how people conceived back in cave-person days, when there were no hardware stores.

At that point I decided not to ask any more questions, figuring I'd find out about it when I got older.

Sometimes I just don't leave the house because getting dressed is too stressful on the decision-making.

One of the great advantages of having no social life and working in a field overwhelmed by computer geeks.

when there were no hardware stores.

"ACE is the place with the helpful hardware folks!"

New-job congratulations, Jessica!

Sorry about the continuing ick, Suzi.

I was born in July, so probably conceived in October. Huh. No stories there. Well, actually I suspect there was a nice juicy scandalous story there, but I'll never have proof! I should write a novel.

Sometimes I just don't leave the house because getting dressed is too stressful on the decision-making.

I have begged off from engagements playing sick before because none of my clothes were "right". Every time I have to go somewhere that isn't the grocery store, I have a mild panic worrying about the right clothes. Nothing fits! Nothing looks good! Nothing's appropriate! I'm trying really hard now to just put something on and show up, and not let my anxieties keep me from socializing. My friends don't care what I wear! But man, those fears don't go away easily. I almost called out sick to work today in order to spend the whole day putting together clothes for a pedicure-and-movie date with a friend. Like, get over it, self.

It's funny, but the only time I feel clothes anxiety is if I'm going to a gay bar or other gay establishment. I'm afraid of being seen as a straight slob.

It's funny, but the only time I feel clothes anxiety is if I'm going to a gay bar or other gay establishment. I'm afraid of being seen as a straight slob.

Hah! I'm the opposite--when i'm going to be around a bunch of straight girls in a straight bar I feel weird, like, I don't want to look like them, but I also don't want to feel like a slob around all these girls who are all done up with makeup and nice clothes, so....(Obviously only for a very certain sort of straight bar)

As the story goes, I was concieved almost immediately after my father finished his doctorial defense.