Urgh, I missed posting about this earlier, but blame work and uh, life. But ( Read more... )

My least favorite time to write anything is when I really have something to say. It sounds counter-intuitive, but it's true, and this is why; when I do have something to say, that rarely if ever coincides with any desire to talk about it, which sets up a conundrum in that everything else piles up behind it. As many a apocryphal mother has said, ( Read more... )

My youngest sister just came in and stared at me for a moment.

"Are Sherlock Holmes and Watson supposed to be coded gay?"

I think I might have cried a little. Her email has enough links now to satisfy that burning question, I think. In detail.

My youngest sister is theoretically in labor, so at any time, there *should* be Nephew, to add to Niece, Baby Niece, and Former Stepnephew and Former Stepniece to the Pantheon of Children I Can Play With And Not Have to Give Birth To. This continues to be a satisfactory way to acquire babies and not have to pay for them. Though weirdly, I am ( Read more... )

And niece born! At noonish, and nineish pounds (I haven't been to the hospital yet, and my father is distressingly bad at keeping details) sister sent text message from hospital, 9lbs 2oz. I believe it. My sister was huge. Niece II, nine pounds. This is so awesome ( Read more... )

Sister being labor-induced in like, a couple of hours. I am so tired I cannot see straight. But baby! It's like a disease, really. I am so going to collapse and die in the waiting room or something ( Read more... )

Knex ( Read more... )

Okay, so my night is complete.

I am running a fever, am irritable as *shit*, and right now in the living room, Sister's Ex-Husband and Sister's Current Soon To Be Live-In Boyfriend are chatting awkwardly about football!Both of them! Here! At the same time ( Read more... )

I hurt everywhere, even in muscles that didn't exist before yesterday. I'd like to thank the inventor of the jet ski for the fact I am in the kinds of pain usually associated with major surgery. Also, I had a shitty night ( Read more... )

In which I think, I live in an episode of Maury Povich. But not a good one. Like, one of the really trashy ones, where you kind of sit there and wonder when everyone is going to start attacking each other to liven it up.

( because drama is my life )