I can hold on for another hour without crawling under my desk to die, right?

If I can do it, you can do it! And I believe we can do it.

I'm also incredibly busy lugging around the shame that I am *sore* from doing yoga in the park yesterday

Holy shit, I'm *always* sore after yoga. Is this not a common thing?

Holy shit, I'm *always* sore after yoga. Is this not a common thing?

I hope it is! Then I don't feel so alone. And sore. (Well, no, I still feel sore. But not alone in being sore!)

meara-ing:

Sad I missed the theology discussion.

Was your church a Cumberland Presbyterian Church? Rejection of predestination was one of the factors behind its formation.

The church I grew up in was a Cumberland Presbyterian Church, and now I understand why I never learned about predestination in church. (It always seemed pointless to me. If God already knows everything that's going to happen, and we don't have any choices, what's the point in making us at all? For God, it'd be like watching a movie you've already seen twenty times. Okay, so it's like me watching Avengers. I know everything that happens but I watch it anyway. Man, I hope my entire universe isn't a movie being half-watched by a superior being while He folds His laundry.)

Flonase just gave me a bloody nose, so I think that means the tree sex wins.

Never let the tree sex win! Flonase gave me a bloody nose, too. Have you tried Nasacort? That stuff is saving my life.

I had to talk to Comcast this morning. They suck so bad. For the rest of the day, I've been all HULK SMASH.

Much ~ma for your sister and your mom, Ginger. That sucks. I'm glad they're okay, though. Maybe between the insurance payouts for both cars, they can afford one decent new one?

My hair would be all silver if I let it. Instead, I am dying it to my old natural color. Fake silver = cool. Real grey=less cool.

I like my natural silver-and-black. I guess it makes me look old, though. I'm dying it red now. It definitely makes my (older) sister feel old when my hair's grey and she's still dying hers! When I was letting my grey grow out, I had been dying it black, and I just... let it grow out. It looked awful, and I did not care.

I henna it, which turns the grey strands into red highlights. The rest of my hair is too dark for the henna to make much of a difference.

This is what I wanted to do, but I missed the window - I've got so much grey now, the henna makes my hair mostly-orange. I don't get a good red from henna, unfortunately.

The good thing about white hair, as opposed to grey, is that it grabs the color and holds it. Grey hair, as I understand it, tends to resist color.

Boy, does it ever.

I like a well-kept beard. Emphasis on "well-kept". The scraggly mountain-man look, not so much.

I see facial hair as booger bush.

LOL

I'm also trying to promote fashion turbans, just generally.

I'm hoping the wimple comes back in style before my neck skin starts to sag.

My name, if I was born now, would be Harper.

Mine would be Aubrey. Ugh.

I even managed to stand and read all the sunscreen to find one I'm not allergic to.

What is it? Because I discovered recently that I am now allergic to sunscreen, and I don't know which ingredient is the culprit. I can still do physical-block sunscreens with titanium dioxide, so, yay shiny android skin.

The best sunscreen is walls. That's what I'm sticking with.

Powder sunblock, folks. You want powder sunblock. The Jane Iredale stuff I use is pricy, but a container lasts forever.

The best sunscreen is walls. That's what I'm sticking with.

The orb is your enemy.

I would think seriously about satellite Internet if my only choice was Comcast.

Mine would be Aubrey. Ugh.

At least you have a pretty song by Bread.

Yes, I care about these things. I took too much grief over "Freddie's Dead" not to.

A client was supposed to email us specs for a new program today, but he didn't. As a result I had no work today, and my boss is giving me off tomorrow too.

So, boo (which is really a yay!)

Man, I hope my entire universe isn't a movie being half-watched by a superior being while He folds His laundry.)

I am sometimes convinced this is the case. I've mad my peace with it.

I would be Aria. I'm sort of oddly enchanted with that.