Everyone in our family (including the soon to be baby) is born in April. Except my mother, who is in November. We sometimes forget her...
Jimmy Olsen jokes're pretty much gonna be lost on you, huh?
Xander ,'The Killer In Me'
Atlantic Canadian Monday Madness
[NAFDA] We used to get Buffy the day before everyone else, now we get Angel a week after everyone else. And Firefly every Monday!
Elena - Feb 25, 2004 2:51:24 am PST #5494 of 6793
Thanks for all the fish.
Megan E. - Feb 25, 2004 2:53:35 am PST #5495 of 6793
Are you Aries or Taurus?
Elena - Feb 25, 2004 2:54:36 am PST #5496 of 6793
Thanks for all the fish.
Taurus, but the 21st, so right on the cusp. Brian is an Aries.
Megan E. - Feb 25, 2004 2:55:20 am PST #5497 of 6793
I'm a Taurus too - born in May though.
Elena - Feb 25, 2004 2:56:30 am PST #5498 of 6793
Thanks for all the fish.
Excellent!
And Brent is, what, Pieces?
MechaKrelboyne - Feb 25, 2004 3:00:57 am PST #5499 of 6793
... and that's a Pantera's box you don't want to open. - Mister Furious
If so, then only Tangentially, with age making me less adaptable and interfering with my ability roll with things, sapping the energy I need to get a good mad on and deal with the world, or whatever.
Elena - Feb 25, 2004 3:02:28 am PST #5500 of 6793
Thanks for all the fish.
Maybe it's your square head that is causing problems.
Problems? How so? And can I help at all?
Megan E. - Feb 25, 2004 3:07:27 am PST #5501 of 6793
And Brent is, what, Pieces?
Last I saw him, he was still whole.
(Yes, he is Pisces)
Elena - Feb 25, 2004 3:09:16 am PST #5502 of 6793
Thanks for all the fish.
Good lord. I shouldn't be allowed to type so early in the morning.
MechaKrelboyne - Feb 25, 2004 3:12:34 am PST #5503 of 6793
... and that's a Pantera's box you don't want to open. - Mister Furious
Yeah. Square head. Might be a factor, actually.
As to the tale of woe itself, lessee. Worked the first eight hours of the alleged day, then got stood up for the first date I've managed to set up since moving. Actually, for a good little while before that, too. Then seeking the sweet oblivion of sleep, I return to my abode to find workmen tearing the kitchen to shreds in order to replace the sinks that were supposed to be replaced in September, and furthermore, that I was supposed to have enough notice to get outta town for.
So very much with the circular saws slicing up the floorboards for access to pipes on the other side of the thinnest wall in the whole city separating my room from the kitchen. By the time I conceded the issue of a restful day's sleep, I'd also picked up a bitchin' head cold for the first time in recent memory, which is aided not at all by the apartment being chock full of dust. And you forgot my birthday and made me cry.