Ugh. Was trying to work, didn't feel great, came back to my sister's. They're frantically spiffing up for someone to look at the house in an hour. I've just now had a second round of puking. Do not want. Do not want one bit. (Also, am supposed to drive five hours to a wedding tomorrow morning...)
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Oh no, puking sucks!
I am thrilled because my friend I was supposed to see tonight has another friend going to the same event, so she's not SOL. And even though it was for a memorial event at work, I'm pretty happy about the cheese, bubbly, and cookies I just had.
Now to home.
Jesse, you are totally winning at today.
Jesse wins! I'm here wondering if the plague is the next sign of the apocalypse. Ick.
Let's see, the sky going black in the middle of the day, fire (or lightning) from heaven, earthquakes--any sign of the locusts yet?
Oof. Sister was driving me and her cars to her office and I had to make her pull over so I could puke in the street. Joy.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry for your loss, Matt.
That sucks, meara. I hope you feel better soon.
If going home straight at 5 and sticking to the sofa is winning, then YES I AM!!
Feel better soon, meara!
The sole of one of my dress shoes twisted loose as I was leaving the graveyard this afternoon and ultimately fell off during the drive home. My deceased friend was infamous for breaking things accidentally wherever he went (we sometimes called him "Techno-Destructo" as a nickname), so it was hilariously appropriate that it picked that moment to fall apart.