Anybody want to buy a used asylum? [link]
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Entombed??? Oh dear.
Burrell, sorry you feel that way--I hope you can get some relief sometime soon. It's been a rough while for you.
I am finally feeling a little better--I ran AND I danced today. Whew. Need to take another shower before I go to bed, I'm gross. But finally worked off the anxious feeling I've had all week--my brain is still a little squirrely but the body is better.
I hope you get to feeling better soon, Burrell.
Anybody want to buy a used asylum?
Oh, my, yes, I want that. If I lived anywhere near it, I'd be sorely tempted.
If not for the likely million+ $ pricetag of renovation I would too - convert it into apartments and rent it out.
I'm just getting over a stomach flu that had me miss 2.5 days of work. Also, having control of #2 is a good thing. (I almost lost it at one point.)
Rest up and get better, tommyrot.
I have SO MUCH to do before Thursday. Going to the store to get a legal pad to right out my todo list is probably not the best use of my time, right?
Feel better, tommyrot.
Oh, Verizon. So I wanted to add Global Roaming or whatever to my plan temporarily, and that involved talking to an actual human, who was totally helpful and got me set up. So far so good. A few minutes later a Verizon robot calls me with a satisfaction survey, which for once I was happy to do because the CSR I spoke to was really nice and I wanted to give him credit. The first question I tap my "10" (out of 10 for excellent) into the keypad and the machine voice says "you typed "ten" if that is correct, say "yes"". So I say yes. And it tells me it didn't quite get that and asks me again. Three times. Never did understand and hung up on me.
It's just so stupid to have the verification part be the failure.
Anyway, take myself out of needing to go the store today. Found an envelope that I can scribble on the back of, as I usually prefer for hardcopy To Do lists.
I'm caught in an anxiety loop. A week ago, I said I would go to a Shindig today, but I don't want to go. The snow is rapidly melting off the driveway, so that excuse is gone. I have a bunch of things I really should be doing at home this weekend, but I'm not doing them because I'm stuck feeling like I should be dressing up and heading out to the Shindig. Adding to the anxiety is that I just found out it's a potluck and I have nothing to bring. I know it's not a big deal either way: no one's particularly looking for me except my friend C., and she'll understand if I don't go; and if I show up in old jeans with no food, that won't be a big deal either. This is all dumb and I know it. Just go, or don't go, Self. Ugh.
I'm sorry, Zen. I well know that feeling. I hope you can come to a decision - I'm sure either way you jump will be fine. If you don't want to go, don't.
Making OK progress on Operation Leave the House in Not Too Shameful a State. Taking a break for a cup of tea, maybe some recorded television (because Operation Leave Enough Room on the DVR to not lose that ancient Leonard Cohen special is also important to my peace of mind)