-t, we were given a 3-hole one and it ended up self-destructing in the cabinet so....

yes, I blame the tools also.

I have had an emotionally toxic day which is pointless to try to recap.

My new seersucker shorts, though, are, in a word, awesome pants!

Also, I have made an appointment to see a new eye doc. I'm having trouble seeing and lots of eyestrain. My usual doc doesn't have an opening for a month. So I'm going to a place in my neighborhood instead on Monday. We'll see how it goes.

Huh. Well, two points of anecdata makes a convincing line of something.

Yay seersucker!

Yay! A line!

My latest favorite drink is black currant iced tea (thanks, Kristen, for the rec!). I love iced tea in general though and drink it by the gallons.

She really does!

I'm thin. While I am improving my habits(less meat, less soda) I get many diet-karma points I don't deserve.(When I was younger, I ate some Blizzards, man, but I guess it only matters if they show, or someone thinks they do.) But I do know what diet concern trolls are like, because I was on food stamps for a bit, which apparently made my digestion public domain or some shit. Yes, occasionally, I watch things on TV, and say, for instance, "Deep-fried Twinkies! Uch, who eats that?" But I have been online long enough to know that my revulsion is probably someone else's cherished memory.(and I am that person to a lot of my way-granola friends, and vegans) Every single food troll should have someone say "It's all she wanted(pause) after the chemo.

Every single food troll should have someone say "It's all she wanted(pause) after the chemo.

I don't mention often enough how hard you rock.

Thanks, Tep. Actually, I'm just unlucky enough that I try to keep my judgey thoughts to myself--if I went all Food Nazi, I guarantee you that I'd meet the one person in America allergic to everything but corn chips. And she'd sit right next to me, too.

People love what they love. I think deep-fried twinkies are delicious, but certainly not a daily food for me. But, people love what they love. If you are moved by roasted broccoli (blech!) and salmon, more power to you. I'll happily sit here with my mac and cheese.

Phooey. Now I want mac and cheese, which I really don't need at 9:30.

Had an astonishingly good evening -- took Matilda and her friend N. to see juliana in a free hour-long (and, compressed, even more emotionally intense) production of Julius Caesar in the AIDS memorial redwood grove in GGP. It was Matilda's first non-school-or-puppet-show play and N.'s first Shakespeare (though she has read a fair amount of it for a 7-year-old). They both loved it and were agog at it, and ran/bounced/jumped the entire half-mile home (they'd brought Harry Potter wands and were pretending to be Ginny, Hermione and sometimes Luna with Voldemort "on our heels").

We came home and they tried on a bunch of dresses for the Hogwarts Yule Ball, then went outside to see our flickering dragonfly lights, and now they're wearing small ballgowns, drinking cocoa and watching Ruby Gloom. It may be an impossibly late night before it's over, but at the moment it's quite lovely.

I also defrosted his refrigerator, scrubbed his kitchen (including the floor), changed his sheets, and reorganized his investment portfolio. Oy.

Damn, that is some serious TCB!

I had drinks with my coworker (who is dealing with some ridiculous work BS) on the patio for a couple hours, then met up with this woman for a date. She's been flirting with me for about two years on and off (when we would randomly see each other). But I wasn't sure if we'd have anything to talk about or if we are both just big flirts. I ended up basically turning her down at the end of the evening, which she seemed to think was because she used to be a big player, and was all "this is my own fault/karma/I'm not like that any more" whereas my mind was more "you are 50 years old and don't believe in marriage or kids..."