Separately...
FUCK CANCER.
'Time Bomb'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Separately...
FUCK CANCER.
It's not even noon and I've gotten a pedicure and been to Target. Next up: go buy a swimsuit, go swim, then strip paint, then clean.
It's not even noon and I've gotten a pedicure and been to Target.
So far, I'm awake.
kind of.
I've gone to CVS, where I found out that they filled one of my prescriptions at the pharmacy in DC even though I told them I was moving, then I parked my car a few blocks away from my house because there's a fair today and my street is all parked up, then I went to a farm stand and bought some fruit, and now I'm eating lunch.
I got up and did last night's dishes and ...nothing else yet.
From the makers of WTF Should I Have For Dinner, WTF Should I Do With My Life: [link]
I went to Trader Joe's for dairy, apparently -- two kinds of yogurt, two kinds of cheese, and milk. And a couple of other things.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to work my dishwasher. It's the portable kind where you plug it in and attach a hose to the faucet when you want to use it, then disconnect all that and roll it into the corner when you don't. I followed all the instructions, hooked everything up, pressed all the buttons, and nothing is happening.
Figured it out. The outlet it was plugged into wasn't working. Different outlet, and now it's running. Really loud, too.
OK, have a swimsuit, but didn't have to drive out to the airport for it. It is pink, though. No other choices.