http://edition.cnn.com/2007/TECH/05/24/internet.moms/ -- see? LJ person!
http://heocwaeth.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-defense-of-bitterness.html -- bitter is a normal reaction to these things.
Via
http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=20070527 -- Star Wars! Hooray!
http://trickofthedark.livejournal.com/144065.html -- Dinosaur-riding Jesus shirts.
It seems that I clean up best during social times.
My day:
Saturday, I slept in. (Friday had insanity.) I lounged around in what was left of the morning, and only at the last minute did I go off to give plasma, taking City of Bones with me. (And lo, it is love so far.) A guy sitting next to me in the waiting room tried to engage me in conversation about the book. He was sketchy, so I did not converse more than terse comments; he did not get the hint. We didn't intersect after I got screened, fortunately. Then, while actually giving the plasma, there was a noisy guy with no conception of internal monologue sitting two beds over from me. It seemed like if it went through his head, he had it coming out his mouth. That can't have been true, because he didn't say anything about sex, but he was talking nonstop, shouting out the name of a basketball player every time the player showed up on the TV screen, and saying that the person operating the plasma center's TV must be a woman, because it had been tuned away from sports, and that everyone should be watching this game; every woman should be watching it to be with her man. He was the one who was howling and flailing when stuck and un-stuck. I have no desire to be anywhere near that guy ever again, even more so than with the sketchy guy. The sketchy guy I had no problems with the concept of rebuffing; this guy is just ... being himself. Very loudly himself.
After that, I called Darkside's mom. I tried calling for Darkside, but he was Out with his dad. She gave unto me some News! We chatted for a while. Then I went shopping and very wisely blew all the plasma money on groceries. I called Mama when I got home; there was news-sharing and stuff. Tay-Tay has a job that starts at 6am now, and is operating on chronic sleep-dep. Poor little sister.
I called her just after
There was silliness with cheese straws (as illustrated) and all sorts of fun. We wound up back at the Asylum; there was gossip, iPod fun with katamari earworms, and more talking about stuff. We de-convened sometime after 2am; I went to bed by 4.
Hooray for weekends. Today maybe I'll catch up with Darkside.