Crying just gives me a headache and swollen eyes.
I laughed myself into an asthma attack over a Robin Williams special, but I felt terrific after I could breathe again.
edit: And definitely what Zen said about having more than enough opportunities to cry in my life, I don't need to go looking for them.
Really good sex is great catharsis as well, but I suppose crying is easier to--heh--come by.
Really good sex doesn't feel cathartic to me. It only makes me want to have more really good sex. And take a nap. Not necessarily in that order.
I am awake and at the airport. Yay!
Yay! Have a great trip Perkins, Plei, and Cashmere!
That thing (from Bloggess) may be worse than Belinda.
LJ's problem has caused all of the tabs I had open to reset to login pages on the latest re-opening of my browser, and I have no idea what they'd been open to. Ah, well. Less to catch up with, I suppose.
The Food Network has a job listing up that I would be perfect for...in Knoxville. Sigh.
Spock Is Not Impressed
This is my fave: [link]
Spock is not impressed by Dr. Manhattan's thingie.
There's now a mango/nectarine hybrid. I don't know why. [link]
There's now a mango/nectarine hybrid. I don't know why.
Because it can be done. What more reason do you need?