Last minute dinner arrangements with GGG.
O RLY?
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Last minute dinner arrangements with GGG.
O RLY?
maybe I should add, Last minute dinner arrangements with GGG
Dude, kiss her already!
Oh god. I scarcely ever sleep ANYwhere but in my own bed. The list of rituals and requirements is vast and concrete. It has always been thus and makes me envious of nothing else in this life, except for people who can sleep on demand.
A brief sample: head must be at north, must have 3 pillows, on of which must be paper thin, must wear earplugs (Mack's wax...there is no other brand. If they ever go out of business, I doubt I'll survive it.)
I assumed GGG was involved.
I am always amazed when I sleep somewhere else. Really tired or drugs
Hah! It's a very good thing I have no trouble sleeping wherever. As long as I am not sitting up. Can't sleep in cars/airplanes, due to the sitting up thing.
Predation risk! Less REM and less deep sleep in novel environments. The theory is that people who get night terrors are extra sensitive to the cues of predation risk.
If we were like dolphins and only half of our brain went to sleep at a time it would be less of a problem.
Yay for dinner plans, omnis.
Is there any way to convince my mom that my vacation will not be ruined if I eat a salad? We keep having this same conversation. She asks me what I can eat at some restaurant. I reply, "Oh, they've got a really good salad." (And they do -- spinach with candied walnuts and onions and tomatoes and lots of other good stuff.) And she replies, "No, I want you to enjoy your vacation."
Honestly? As long as food that I do not have to pay for or clean up after appears in front of me, I will be happy.
Oh, Hil's mom. Salads are enjoyable summertime fare! I wish one of the restaurants in walking distance would reliably serve a good salad.
I'm not a big salad eater -- but that sounds good to me
a sign we saw in front of a church this weekend.
hee
I think that she thinks of salads as diet food, and therefore impossible to enjoy. I'm pretty sure that she won't think I'm happy until she sees me eating something deep-fried.