Sorry about those consequences, Theo, but yay, no F in math.

I'm always reluctant to delete something I posted that turned out to be dumb--it's like trying to hide my own dumbity, and that just seems like wimping out. I said it, I got called on it, and I copped to it. It's all right there, like some sort of morality play. (deep breath) and now we're moving on. If it's deleted it always feels like shameful defeat to me.

But I don't claim to speak for anyone but me.

I am so sympathetic, flea. I have no answers for you, but I do feel you in that situation.

Is this where I wave at Zen and Karl, or no? Where am I..?

I'm hanging out on Netflix of these evenings with Monty Don and S3 QE. I'm still having trouble investing in scripted tv. I think it's my reality-assaulted attention span. And I'm so over superheroes it's not even funny. Superheroes, post-apocalypse, space horror, and creepy horror. Jeez. Time to read a book, huh?

I have been reading a lot more than I've been watching TV lately, Bev. It's kinda weird!

I've been trying to stop my screen time (laptop and phone, not necessarily TV) after 9:30 or 10, to help with my sleep. As you can tell by the time stamp, I'm not successful 100% of the time. I'd say maybe 60% of the time I get off screens by 10 p.m., though, and it does seem to help.

I've been watching little but British competitive antiquing shows for the last while. They have the same rotating stable of experts to help out the civilians, and they're hysterical. In one of the recent ones, the host and the auctioneer are looking over the haul before selling them, and they're talking about the resurgence of interest in vintage baking ware. "I put it down to the recent spate of baking shows everyone's so interested in," the host says. The auctioneer nods sagely. "Mrs. Berry has a lot to answer for." "Yes, indeed." It tickles me to see how the cultural bits I'm interested in filter into the general British world. I had no idea Dr. Who was so entangled in daily life.

I do not want to go to work today. It's the equinox and this week has already been 3 million years long, so today should be a holiday.

Augh, my CW is super-stressed because she has too much stuff going on, including some personal stuff, and I sympathize, but I really don't like being put in the position of being her therapist.

Agree with t. Mostly because my whole body is in pain for various reasons (some of which I am unclear on—wtf body—and some of which I just don't appreciate). Don't want to.

I've got a cat doing laps around me on my chair (arm-back-arm-lap... repeat) while a neighbor plays a bassoon. What quirky movie did I land in today?

I'm well into my work day and would still prefer not to be here. For no good reason! Just, don't wanna.

Jesse, we are one in this. I don't not even want a day at home in bed, I want a day away from everything and then I want like 3 days home with other people helping me with my house and projects that need doing.

My job is not part of this plan at alll.

Meanwhile I am actually buried in work.