You know it's a bad day when you look upon driving people around town at 6:30 AM with fond regard. By late afternoon, I was feeling nauseous, then I developed a headache that would drop a horse. Then I was sensitive (read: nigh on to losing my lunch) to light, sound, touch, basically life in general. I was not happy in the slightest. Thank ( Read more... )

I went into the bathroom recently and saw this nasty spider, so I courageously found the kleenex box and smooshed it. (with the appropriate "hi-ya!") Then, when I lifted up the box to clean up, I realized that I had just courageously defeated a clump of hair. But it was a very scary clump of hair ( Read more... )

I was listening to the radio this morning on one of my many chauffering trips, and it was one of the funniest conversations I've heard in quite some time. The guy was talking about how he volunteers at his son's elementary school, and how he had to relive that sinking nightmare of getting a note that he had to go to the principal's office. First ( Read more... )

Alert the media.

Because I'm in a typative mood, I present the lj-cut.

( of waterbeds and weird weather )

The family computer has had a mental breakdown. Everything is on the fritz, and even my techno-geek computer whisperer of a father can't seem to fix it. This, boys and girls, is called "bad news." Which means that my computer has become de facto family computer for projects that need Microsoft Office and games. (i.e. the things that can't be ( Read more... )

...oh yeah, like there's any real question.

I have recently gotten into fan fiction. Admittedly, it's of the Jane Austen variety, but one step towards modernity at a time. There's a trilogy of books published that basically take Pride and Prejudice from Mr. Darcy's point of view, and they are quite good. In fact, I would even go so far as to ( Read more... )

I don't know why I bother checking my email at 6:30 AM. No one will have written me back between midnight and now. No one. I wouldn't have written anyone back between then and now, yet what's the first thing I do after I get back from the Seminary run? I check my email. And not only that, I still have that faint glimmer of hope that someone ( Read more... )

I am the poor, poor man's version of my mother. Rather like comparing a high school production of Hamlet to the Royal Shakespeare Company's production. Mom's been out of town since last Monday, and I've been trying to fill in with mixed results. Nana (Mom's mom's mom: my great-grandmother) had been getting progressively more ill since I last ( Read more... )

...my friends leave me messages and postings and facebook!gifties to lift my spirits. And lj gives itself a little romantic glow spitshine. The universe conspires to try to get me well again ( Read more... )

I just never seem to remember it when I sit down to type it out. Something about looking at a computer screen that makes my mind go blank ( Read more... )