Actually the hospital. They admitted her for the night.
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sorry, ita, i posted and then walked away.
Oh Dana, I'm sorry that the universe is sucker punching you and yours right now.
It's like musical chairs, only with fucking.
Tom, HA!
Okay, finally home. And no internet access. I'm going to bed.
I am happy. I've been wanting a netbook so I can have, essentially, a larger PDA with a full keyboard so I can just do writing away from my home desk. We went to a local college's surplus sale today and I found a Toshiba Satellite with a Pentium MMX, 32 meg of RAM, working CD, floppy drive--and a working battery! There's even a USB port, and 30 seconds of Googling found the Win 98 SE USB drivers I needed. All for $33. Considering what laptop batteries cost, I feel like I made out like a bandit. It's only got a 2 gig hard drive, but considering I'm only going to be writing in Notepad, I call it a big win.
Get some good sleep, Dana.
I'm going to go hang out with friends tomorrow night, low-key, have a drink.
The rest of the weekend will be housecleaning in prep for T-day, organizing files on the computer, blogging and job searching and sending in resumes.
Oh, and I think I'll go to the library too.
This weekend will be an organizing frenzy. I'm feeling a wicked urge to get my sh*t together.
I'll have to crank The Sorcerer's Apprentice and get those brooms a-movin'. No file, nor cranny will be safe from my ire.
Dana and Tom, I'm sorry for your day.
I saw HPVII-PartI today (there ought to be a better acronym: HPDHI?) and was entertained.
And now I have to go to bed.
I saw HPVII-PartI today (there ought to be a better acronym
Preferably one that doesn't make me want to encourage young women to get their Gardisil vaccinations.
I seem to have gained a cat. I think he's either been abandoned or is lost. I call him Oliver, he's been coming by for treats tossed from the balcony. He follows me everywhere, I can pick him up and scratch his ears. He actually walks beside me, like a dog. It's pretty damn cute.
It's cold and raining and he's been outside crying. I gave him a big bowl of food, and he ate every last crumb. Kristen made him a little bed out of a box and blanket so he'll be safe and warm outside my apartment door. I can't take him in, I've no idea if he has feline leukemia and can't risk Ruby's health.
If he's still outside tomorrow, I'll get him to the vet and have him tested. He's safe, warm, and fed for tonight. His crying is breaking my heart, though.