Um, thanks?

No problem! (I thought you particularly hated washing silverware but clearly I'm misremembering vital information.)

We went target shooting today, at an outdoor range just up the canyon. Being outside, they're a little less picky about what gets left out on the gravel range, so Hubby hung up the stuffed Barney we've been dragging around.

It was weirdly disturbing to shoot a stuffed critter. I've never fired a gun at a representation of something that moves around, even if it is just an annoying suit on a kid's show. Flying stuffing was not as satisfying as I thought it would be. The range master, his buddy, and Hubby thought it was wonderful fun, but I'm still weirded, especially as I went out and peeled Barney off the target backstop, with stuffing stuck in the holes.

I think it's good that I'm weirded. I don't want to get blase about blowing holes in things that look like real things.

No problem! (I thought you particularly hated washing silverware but clearly I'm misremembering vital information.)

Heh, no, I remembered that conversation right after I posted. But I can haz dishwasher now (there goes that modern world again) so it's less of an issue. But I do appreciate the sentiment!

Thanks for the offer of help, Burrell. ER trip was a waste of time and money. Came home with a headache. But I think it's a different one, and if so, this sort is shorter.

I feel I'm missing something watching the Olympics. My father was right, not wanting to watch here. Everything's off--I'm watching "today's" coverage and they keep mentioning "tonight's" 100m race, except the race is done and dusted (I was totally rooting for Usain, even if it was just me being contrary to my sister who's a Powell fan) .

My apartment and life are so not going to be ready for the fam's visit next week.

Okay, I'm going to give into the call of dilaudid, at least until the pizza calls louder and with a better smell.

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HahahaSTAB. I hate those fucking characters! "Tell us your plans in detail. Limit 2000 characters." Fucking online applications. But anyway, here's your answer: "Windows."

a different one, and if so, this sort is shorter.

Here's hoping.

MeMeMe update: I'm at the point where I think that every single thing I write is a total waste of pixels. Soon, hopefully, I will arrive at the point in which I don't care about that, and just wanna finish with editing the hideous thing, no matter what's inside it, waste or not.

I'm at the point where I think that every single thing I write is a total waste of pixels.

That's normal enough when you get to the end of a big project. It's really hard to have any perspective on the thing, but there's a lot of thought and work that went into it at this point and while that stuff seems obvious to you, it's not to the people who will read it.

All the original ideas that interested you are still there and valid.

I am confident it is not as bad as it feels right now, Nilly. (Although I have some experience with how bad it can feel...)

No, see, it's that I know that I'm missing references, writing not-well-phrased (even not by my standards [Edit: see? can't phrase]) sentences, just sticking things together - I just prefer having it done than having it done *well*, because I don't have the time to do it in any way that's even close to proper.

I keep telling myself I'll have to many corrections anyway, I'll just correct this stuff them, and just go on with it (I still got all sort of bureaucratic stuff to fill up, translate stuff into Hebrew, and, yeah, print the whole thing and the like).

It's very helping to know I can whine into a little box, and people are actually going to be on the other side of that little box. And understand!

I just prefer having it done than having it done *well*, because I don't have the time to do it in any way that's even close to proper.

Absolutely. Especially knowing that there will be another round to fix things in!