I'm feeling disorganized and short of time lately, so a way to streamline my days a little bit, I'm taking another LJ hiatus. I'll check in once in a while to keep tabs on all of you, my dears. E-mail me or leave a comment if you need anything.

love, annewrites

I forgot the rest of the meme: if you want me to ask you five questions, leave a comment!

(  Courtesy of epiphanygirl. Thanks, babe! )

I have nothing to say this morning except that I am in love with my doctor for prescribing me the Magical Pills of Antibiotic Wonderfulness for the sinus infection that made me run-down and nauseated for three days. A mere two doses later (yes, I know to take all of them, don't worry), I am happy like the happiest of happy happy ladies. Oh so good ( Read more... )

It was a jam-packed weekend. Party at The Boy's place Friday night (I met his very nice friends), bachelorette party Saturday night, Patti Griffin concert with The Boy last night. I still managed to unpack my books, however ( Read more... )

Sarah Vowell's latest book has gotten me interested in the presidents and first ladies. This is from the White House website's offical bio of President McKinley's wife, who apparently suffered from epileptic seizures. (Make sure you read the last sentence.)

At the White House, the McKinleys acted as if her health were no great handicap to her role ( Read more... )

“The washing of dishes does seem to me the most absurd and unsatisfactory business that I ever undertook. If, when once washed, they would remain clean for ever and ever . . . there would be less occasion to grumble; but no sooner is it done, than it requires to be done again. On the whole, I have come to the resolution not to use more than one ( Read more... )

I wrenched my lower back yesterday lifting boxes, and now I am walking like an elderly woman trying to catch the bus. This would be much more entertaining if I could do a Grandpa Simpson imitation.

This week's reading:

Sarah Vowell, Assassination Vacation
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time-Traveler's Wife
Cheri Huber, There Is Nothing Wrong With YouI ( Read more... )

Coworker A just came in my cube looking alarmed.

Coworker A [whispering]: Did you hear what [coworker B] just said?

Me: No, what?

Coworker A [still whispering]: She said "I've never liked the Beatles."

We exchange a mutual look of horror. I hand him the first weapon at hand, namely, my scissors.

Coworker A [fervently brandishing them about]: ( Read more... )

My workplace is starting a Weight Watchers group. Should I join? Do I have a hope in hell of doing it and remaining good to myself at the same time ( Read more... )