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My RDA of Steve Martin has been exceeded.

Wednesday at the plasma place, they were showing Planes, Trains, & Automobiles. I thought I'd never seen it before, but then it gradually dawned on me that I had: in the black cloud of 98/99. Fortunately, I was nearly done by the time they put it on again today. I had to sit for extra long because of computer problems. My pulse has been high. Ahh, stress. Is it just me, or does Once Upon A Time In Mexico have a lot of shooting?

Heading there, I saw the bus in the slow traffic. I sprinted to catch it, and some anonymous wit in some vehicle saw fit to yell something at me. Joy. I am encouraged that sprinting didn't kill my lungs.

By the time I got home, the package from Dawn had already been received and opened. The boysenberry stuff didn't come through so well, but most of the rest of the stuff in the box was able to be salvaged, though the post office had to re-pack, since it was dripping all over and looked like blood.

votania needed to shop for her new job, desk stuff. I went out with her, as I currently am the one with a working bank card and cash on hand that isn't immediately needed as gas money.

Little Fayoumis is hyper around Mommy. *sigh*

Attack of the grouchy portion of Bitchy Witchy Week has hit, it looks like. One of the things that I shared with Mama yesterday has been on my mind a lot, and sharing that with votania was evidently the wrong thing to do. It also hurts when people tell me about the fun things that they're planning on doing or want to do, things that I'd also like to do, but that I'd be unable to do, or definitely not invited. What had been a nice hyper and ready for anything mood abruptly transformed into a lot of ickiness, and I was sniping over things like "cd's" and "a photo of my sister and I" (yes, those are both wrong: 's is for possessive or contractions, and you would not say "a photo of I", you would say "a photo of me") and generally feeling bad, and upset that I was getting upset over stupid little things.

I finished up My Enemy, My Ally a bit ago, and I started in on pterry's Guards! Guards! again. I haven't been to the library in far too long.

I called sionainn, and we wound up talking about the pets, which always has something to talk about. I shared the infamous Jumping Monkey story as well.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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