Today, I realized I've transfered all my MK neuroticism hyper-vigilance to Devi. I've been keeping such a close eye on her that I'm finding things to freak out over. OMG, she's staying on my lap and she's not a lapcat! (maybe cause you woke her from a deep sleep and she's still not awake, dumbass?) She's snoring! She never snores. (She also rarely sleeps in that ridiculous position, dumbass.)

I spent probably a good 10 minutes freaking out over a regularly-interval tremor before I realized...she had the hiccups.

This kinda needs to stop. Ain't healthy. Yes, she's 14, yes, that's pretty old, but other than an uber touchy digestive system, she's in pretty good health and vigor. No sense in borrowing trouble.

Baked another batch of cookies. Less flour, more butter, double the cook time and up the over temp to 400, much more to my liking.

Okay, mother's PJs are ordered, both laptops are configured, all three keychains are loaded with 52 photos (so they can add 8 themselves before having to delete any of my choices).

Fuck. I went to the pharmacy and forgot to buy other stuff my mother asked for. I still need to buy my PJs, pick my sister's main present, and flash the routers.

Hey, steampunk people: are these prices good? They look good to me.

why isn't Dule Hill calling me? Anyone?

Oh weird. I just clicked over here and got that old writers' strike sign on the front page.

Maybe you should learn to tap?

YOU GUYS. I just learned on twitter that Michael Raymond-James is going to be in a movie of One Shot, by Lee Child. So that's exciting, right? Because I love those books. But I clicked through to imdb, and see that TOM FUCKING CRUISE is playing JACK REACHER. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK. Reacher's ginormous physical size and strength is one of his key attributes. I mean, seriously. WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK.

That totally wiped out the good feelings I had, coming home from John Waters's one-man Christmas show.

S. had apoplexy when he heard that Jesse. He loves those books and he loathes Tom Cruise. Plus, what you said.

Oh, and I got my mom this necklace from a local artist at the market. She's a favorite (and vice versa) of KW's (friend and neighbor) and so she gave me a huge discount. I haven't managed to take a good pic, but it is a diamond of blue glass set into silver that has a cutout of a heron in the silver backing. I saw it two weeks ago, and it just screamed MOM, but I had to think. And luckily, she decided to come to market and it hadn't sold. I have a clasp to add to it, knowing how my mom wears jewelry (this has a long chain meant to be wrapped scarf-like, but mom doesn't do that) so she gave me a clasp that we can attach when mom figures out the length she likes.

It's kinda like this [link] , but with an upright heron. Hope the link goes to the right spot.

S. had apoplexy when he heard that Jesse.

I AM WITH S. Clearly. APOPLECTIC.