It's too cold outside for me to do fuck all else. It's the perfect excuse to stay in. Everyone knows my aversion to temperatures below-well 60 really, but let's just say anything below 40 and I'm sure my blood will freeze.
Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.
'Beneath You'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Daisy Jane - Jan 20, 2008 9:26:43 am PST #4282 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Steph L. - Jan 20, 2008 9:48:40 am PST #4283 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
It's 14 here, and after last night's party (asses were beaten, mostly mine), I'm tired and sore and still clinging to my coffee like it's methadone. The Boy made us a huge brunch with a cheesetastic omlette, potatoes, turkey bacon for me, english muffins, coffee (of course), and strawberries. Very yum, but I think I need a nap. Or possibly comics.
Later I have a belated Xmas dinner out with my 2 oldest girlfriends (not "oldest" like they're 95; oldest like, out of all the friends I have, I've been friends with them the longest [since high school, continuously]).
I want to see them, but I really don't want to go out into the cold, since it's supposed to get down into single digits.
I heartily endorse the life of coffee and contemplation. As long as I can contemplate comics.
meara - Jan 20, 2008 9:53:30 am PST #4284 of 10001
I am awake. Ish. And showered. And dressed. Mostly. And am contemplating where I could get some breakfast. There is crepes to one side, and doughnuts to the other, but I"m feeling eggs and toast and hashbrowns, and that's like, six blocks away. Walking is so energy. Gah. So I sit on my couch and get hungry instead. SO LAZY.
sarameg - Jan 20, 2008 9:55:46 am PST #4285 of 10001
My snday paper was missing the comics. I felt deprived (I know, different comics.)
It's so cold all the pine needles are drooping. It makes me cold just looking at them.
I had plans for today, but they got rescheduled. Oh well.
I have to take the trash out, so I might as well go run some errands as well.
Had bizarro big-budget disaster-apocalyse dreams last night. Not scary, really. But I think I took out Phoenix and Las Vegas.... really strange. I'd love to know where these things come from.
aurelia - Jan 20, 2008 10:10:12 am PST #4286 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I had action movie dreams. At some point I had to leap from my car and dangle from some kind of moving machinery until it moved to a point where I could safely drop. Maybe I was fighting the Sarapocalypse.
megan walker - Jan 20, 2008 10:12:03 am PST #4287 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist
I am so happy to be home and have tomorrow off. The last couple of weeks at work have been crazy. It's very exciting to be on the verge of publishing my first book, but damn.
Laura - Jan 20, 2008 10:14:12 am PST #4288 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Both DH and I dreamed that we had sold our business. For the same amount! The only diff was that in mine it was being sold right now and his dream was a couple years in the future. I'm thinking I tapped into his dream and improved it. Still very odd to dream the same thing.
tommyrot - Jan 20, 2008 10:20:28 am PST #4289 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
There is a warm kitty sitting on my lap....
brenda m - Jan 20, 2008 10:21:13 am PST #4290 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Do it, Laura! Then you can retire and move to - oh, wait.
Liese S. - Jan 20, 2008 10:29:22 am PST #4291 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
That is odd, Laura. Hmm.
The SO dreamed that we had to go to the reservation on the last day that our work team was here and when we came back they had put in little stairways to all the different rooms so that each room was at a different level. In the dream he was furious, and asked them, "Just what did you think we meant when we said we needed wheelchair accessibility?" and they said, "Well, you can still get in the front door." (Which is not true, the graded level entry to the front door is one of the things we lost when we switched from slab to crawlspace.) They had also carpeted a bunch of the rooms (it's actually all tile except the studio.)
I was amused at this particular manifestation of anxiety dreaming.