Awake. I might or might not be able to get a little more sleep before actual morning.
10:25 AM 3/18/2010
Got sleep before actual morning. This week's farmers market purchases:
The customary artichoke spread (we're ignoring the traces of walnut; this may bite us in the ass some day)
Lettuce for this week's salads (or less than the week, depending)
Mandarin oranges, because we caught a whiff of them and they were just what we'd been craving, but not too many because that usually doesn't go well
I was feeling a lot better last night, enough so that I didn't need to be around people, and thus I stayed in and went to bed at a relatively reasonable hour. Still feeling pretty good this morning.
Really need to get the key situation seen to.
Perhaps post office
Perhaps Safeway, given the way I have been going through the soup.
Definitely rescue the remains of the poor netbook.
general TV-related goofiness
1:27 PM 3/18/2010
Yay tea. I've brewed this up in my happy little thermos so I'll have some for the road as well, once I get upon it.
2:33 PM 3/18/2010
Could not find the specific stick I was looking for, but that should be OK, since I remember the other one was also set up.
2:58 PM 3/18/2010
I really am a terrible correspondent. Looking up best friend's address to send him a birthday present that's about three months early for the following birthday. Ooops.
1:23 AM 3/19/2010
From usage, "bitch" as a verb seems to be "complain with at least a mild degree of rancor about things that one is or feels powerless to change."
1:26 AM 3/19/2010
I could feel that the season changed today. Hi. It's definitely spring.
1:30 AM 3/19/2010
"Lube is not a condiment. Not even flavored versions." -- Drewface
"Don't stick your dick in crazy."
"At this point, crazy is the colorful candy coating on my dick."
12:30 PM 3/19/2010
I can smell the spring outside. My allergies are starting to act up, oh boy oh boy oh boy! I think I still have some of the non-drowsy stuff left.
1:23 PM 3/19/2010
One of this morning's pages I got linked to: Cat-Calling, "Bystander Sexism," and How Sexual Harassment Hurts Men. That sort of exploded into an essay.
11:34 PM 3/19/2010
So just as I was thinking, "Huh, peach jam on graham crackers does make kind of a lousy supper", my phone zinged in a voicemail from my aunt. (The phone hadn't made the ringy noise.) Walkies! So I asked if I should bring my crocheting, and we went for a walk with the poodle. (Deacon is still spinning back up; he had a relapse of his stiffowie, and is on the Metacam again. She keeps taking him off it once he's better again, and then he's fine for a while, and then ZING, back to the horrible stiff pain for the poor fellow, and then back on again. Not sure if keeping him on it full time is the answer, though.)
Headed back to my aunt's house; there was an issue with the convection oven and the microwave being on at once, and then the pizza got slightly crispier than wanted. Too many nuts in the salad earwormed me with too many dicks on the dance floor. We established that on certain fronts, I am completely tactless, and also, the complete inability of mine to lie to my best friend is probably a good thing. My aunt wanted to know details about a particular bit of the gossip of the moment; I had none. I made inquiries with Niq, but came up without data from that front (the social groups do not connect, apparently).
Watched 1.5 and 1.6 of Red Dwarf. Good stuff.