Local SF con Arisia is this weekend. I'd be there, but between gusting, window-rattling winds and penetrating cold, I'm not up for travelling in and out tonight. Tomorrow I'll make a long day of it.
'Never Leave Me'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Have fun Theo!
I'm going to sleep this weekend. That and see a friend from NH.
lots of kitty~ma lisah.
good luck with the moving-motivation, Perkins!
::thud::
Burrell, my tree is still up. And it's on the kitchen counter!
Flea, watch for old school Oprah at the center! (OMG, my autocorrect knows Oprah.)
Much ~ma, lisah.
Yay msbelle!
Goodness, I'm tired.
Hi ya.
Breaking in, does anyone have a link to a British dictionary? I'm hip to most UK spellings, but I need to make sure on some.
Better yet, if someone has a link to British dictionary germane to 1752.
Or naval terms on British ships circa 1750s.
Any? All three?
I still feel like shit, but I have to get this copy edit done tonight. Bleargh. Head not happy, stomach not happy, want to lay down and sleep.
Skippy skimmed.
I am a proud Hardy-sexual.
Erin, are you fb friends with Susan W? I bet she'd know (can't remember if that was her board name or no).
Well, I'm beat. Even though it was my day off.
The dogs have a new thing: they like to dictate my schedule. At 10 PM the St. Bernard decides it's time to go to bed. But he doesn't want to go alone; so if I don't escort him into the bedroom and then get in bed, he cries. He comes back out into the family room and lies down, whining piteously.
And at 6AM, the puppy starts barking. She has a particularly shrill, high-pitched bark. And at 6:30AM the St. Bernard starts whining, too.
I really should have taken a nap today.
Instead I went into the city, hung out at a coffee shop and cranked through most of my book-club book (Christopher Isherwood's Berlin Stories), went to lunch with an old friend, and then did some shopping downtown. I should not be so tired.
I am going to have to explain to my sister why I felt the need to break into her Glenlivet.
Grrrr. Just got a letter from my new pharmacy benefits management (CVS Caremark) informing me that FOR MY OWN GOOD (BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT) they are implementing the following things: (1) I need prior authorization for certain classes of drugs. Now, that's not "we have to approve expensive med over cheap one", that's "if you want ACNE MEDICATION, we have to approve it first". (2) Quantity controls "to make sure you're treating yourself with the appropriate levels of medication" for things including migraine drugs. FUCK YOU CVS. FUCK YOU WITH A RUSTY CHAINSAW. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TELL ME HOW MANY MIGRAINES I GET A MONTH?!!
Etc. etc. I am so pissed.
I had a (probably temporary) pet/sleep victory this week: On I think Wednesday, I had a Serious Talk with the cat about not waking me up at 5 or 6 am anymore, and he hasn't done it the last couple of mornings! I think he really heard me.
Go msbelle and Perkins!
Hope you are getting lots of cuddles from Swifty, and he does well.
My swim was interrupted by a barfing kid. Had a nice conversation with some of the aqua aerobics ladies while waiting for it to reopen so I could finish. t whine I really want my good times back. t /whine