Running like a muppet, IIRC.

Hair rental: you know it makes sense

That game was nervewracking! We watched it with my grandmother because my parents' heat is out, so we were down there. She had already told my mother she wouldn't be up for dinner because of the game, which cracks me up. We'll have a Superbowl party for the four of us, because it's hilarious, and my mother and I love queso. But the Superbowl isn't actually played until nighttime, right?

Wow, JRM and Kiera Knightley dance really badly together. He's still exceptionally pretty.

Yeah, Jesse, the Superbowl is an evening thing. Although the pregame stuff starts roughly noon the previous day, I believe. @@

We had beef stew and crusty bread and I made something called Chocolate Chip Coconut Awesome bars, which were so rich and delicious, I felt about seventeen pounds heavier immediately. Sleepy now.

Although the pregame stuff starts roughly noon the previous day, I believe. @@

Yeah, that's what I told my mother. But it's still GAME DAY and seven-layer dip is always in order.

I am so out of the football loop. All I care is if it fucks up traffic downtown. Though I'd happily go to a party, sure.

Sitting in a dimly lit room. Amazing how it helps. About every 6 hours, I'm like "yeah, so getting better" and then I blink wrong and can tell I've torn newly built tissue off. Which, it's a scab, right? On the cornea. To be expected. But OMFG!OW!DAMNIT! So frustrating. I just want to be able to drive tomorrow so I can run the errands I couldn't this weekend and more importantly, buy new goggles so I can swim again. It's been an obsessive theme in my too-much-sleep dozing off today. I used to have frustration dreams about trying to get ready in the morning. Now my frustration dreams are getting a lap lane in the pool. I wake up counting by primes (one of the ways I track my laps, factoring them into primes.)

Wow, I typed all that with 2 eyes and only a little discomfort. Progress.

(Pain/illness makes me extremely selfcentered.)

Might ask Brian to borrow some of his dvds tomorrow. Even if I can't watch fully, I can listen. He's a fondness for period pieces, I could work with that.

Aaaand, my eye us telling me I am done. Slow profress, indeed. I guess I'm not gonna work tomorrow.

Jesus, changing light bulbs should not be this difficult, but getting at the one in my closet required the big ladder and, like, holding a wildly difficult yoga position.

Ah, now we're at the properly weepy part of the movie. Between the immigrant culture and the women's sports, it's pretty much a slam dunk.

I think the movie walks a really good line having Jess be a good daughter, respectful of tradition, and wanting things outside of her prescribed boundaries.

Ugh. I think the running is soon.

I'm not a huge football expert, but Keira and Parminder look really handy with the ball.

The appliance bulbs over our stove are like that. To really be in the right position, you'd have to lie ON the stove to do it. And since you can't, because Sara is really the only one who would fit the way it's situated on the counter, the bulb broke off in the socket when S. tried to change it. Good times.

sara, would it help to wear a patch, so you wouldn't blink so much? I still can't believe what running into a plant did to your eye! Household accidents, dude.