It pleases me to refer to my period as The Pyramids, because it allows me to acknowledge it as a Wonder of the Ancient World, but still invokes the general impression that I am strapped to an enormous square boulder, slugging it out up some sheer incline, and getting mercilessly flogged by an Egyptian ( Read more... )

Today I am going to ( Read more... )

Guys, in response to a few kind emails I've gotten from concerned parties ( Read more... )

Okay, I've done my best to counteract the inherent sucktasticness of today.  It started out with a massive dollop of Ireland-related blergh, and although I did manage a page and a half of cathartic, non-aggressive letter-writing, the middle didn't shape up much better.  But I made food and watched TV and tidied up and I even went out and did a ( Read more... )

Today I am disappointed in tomato soup.  It just doesn't taste like it used to when I was a little tacker.

Why, tomato soup?  Why?  Why did you change?

Or was it me?

WHO CHANGED, TOMATO SOUP?

Um, how is it Wednesday? I still have Mondayitis.

( *drags heels, does not want* )

Poll Dragons' Poll of Polliness

Tuesday.  Again.  How did that happen?

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Dear Dragons

Get over yourself. Preferably yesterday.

Yours in disgust,

Dragons

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I like to delude myself and pretend I’m cynical, but I’m not.  I’m really, really not.  Ask the Monkeys.  She’ll tell you.  *nods*

Go shit your rainbow elsewhere, Pollyanna.

This is the sort of affectionately delivered rebuttal my annoying optimism earns me from time to time.  And it’s whole heartedly deserved.  I can’t help myself.  I want to ( Read more... )