First off, I feel like crap. I do have a cold, and I hate it. I'm sitting grumpily in front of the teevee, watching old reruns of "Without A Trace," drinking decaf English Breakfast Tea, wishing we had chicken soup, and planning to send an e-mail to my class tomorrow to tell them we won't be meeting, alternating between chills and menopausal hot ( Read more... )

My little baby calsabon is en route with her father to Toronto. There she will board a plane for Montreal, where she will change planes and wing her way off to La Belle France for six weeks. She spent this morning in a lather of "I don't wanna go" anxiety (which affects me, too, before a big trip), but I know she's going to have a great time. She's ( Read more... )

... and I must obey.

In this post shysterb quotes a T/F quiz question that I wrote on Facebook. (Isn't quoting something from Facebook in a Livejournal entry going to cause a singularity?) It says: "I once warned off a small group of drunk men in New Zealand by faking a Brooklyn accent ( Read more... )

I feel as though I am a perfectly round sphere, as though I could just roll gently around the house, brushing the edges of doorways as I go from room to room. I am absolutely asog with water, and I don't know why ( Read more... )

I'm back, after nearly two weeks in Chicago with my sister and her family. We had a good time, hanging out, going to Starbucks, going to White Castle (there aren't any in my neck of the woods), shopping for school supplies for my nephews, watching "You, Me and DuPree" (which isn't nearly as bad as the trailers would have you believe, not that it's ( Read more... )