I haven’t sent any cards, either. I just move them around from room to room, where they sit, cheery and accusing.
We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean. That's all I do now, not have sex.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
smonster - Jan 01, 2024 6:02:35 pm PST #27786 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Shir - Jan 01, 2024 10:35:49 pm PST #27787 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Happy New Year, buffistas. May it be much better than the one before it.
Pix, ooooof. That's so difficult, especially when it's all on you, and I'm sorry. Continued ~ma to you and your family.
Pix - Jan 02, 2024 6:01:01 am PST #27788 of 30000
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
So there's more drooping on one side of his face today. The nurse thinks he may have had a stroke. He may be going back to the hospital
Laura - Jan 02, 2024 6:37:23 am PST #27789 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
I'm sorry, Pix. It sounds like the hospital is a better place right now.
Tom Scola - Jan 02, 2024 11:24:25 am PST #27790 of 30000
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
Pix, I'm so sorry.
So there's this person I don't like, and I want to run a smear campaign against them. Does anyone know who at the NYT I should contact to get the ball rolling?
P.M. Marc - Jan 02, 2024 11:45:01 am PST #27791 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Pix, I am so sorry that this all sucks so much and that there's just you in terms of family who can help at all.
(Which, despite having two siblings, I get on a visceral level that I am just unable to even go into if I want to function. Just know that I get it. I get it so hard, and I'm so sorry.)
Dana - Jan 02, 2024 11:52:41 am PST #27792 of 30000
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Boy, I did not expect, when posting about being sick on FB, that I would get an anti-Covid-testing comment from a dude I knew in high school. What a fucking wanker. I mean, he was a fucking wanker in high school too, so that part isn't too surprising.
DavidS - Jan 02, 2024 1:51:17 pm PST #27793 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
What a fucking wanker.
I saw that! What an idjit.
I am recovered from my cold and got up at 8, and out the door by 9:15 to go running for the first time in several days. Walked an extra mile to go by the cafe which has muffin sized frittatas, and bought six to take home so I can have heat-and-eat quick protein breakfast.
Loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed the pots, took a shower and now I'm ready to go out and do some errands on a longish walk which will make up for some of the sedentary days I've been spending over NYE/sick.
We'll take the tree down on Sunday/Monday as Matilda gets back to school. Then I've got visitors coming the weekend of the 12th (staying here) and 18th (Phil the Gambler and his gal Jennifer, staying elsewhere but undoubtedly posh). Probably sneak Cousin Nicole in for a few days now that her retail work schedule has eased up post-holidays.
Calli - Jan 02, 2024 2:26:39 pm PST #27794 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
A friend bought ~ 7 gajillion fairy lights for another friend’s birthday party, and then passed them out to people afterwards. So now I have some hyacinth forcing jars with fairy lights glowing in them, to make up for the lack of Christmas tree lights in the living room. It’s bringing me joy far beyond what I expected.
Dana - Jan 02, 2024 2:42:28 pm PST #27795 of 30000
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Status, my tummy: Today I have eaten half an apple, a cheese stick, several crackers, a scrambled egg, and a bite of toast. The toast, for some reason, was a no-go.