Today I: slept. I managed to keep a consistent fever all day, despite all sorts of pills. I am no longer freezing all the time, which is nice; instead, my head hurts and my throat hurts. But I took painkillers and had ice cream and I will sleep again in a moment and hopefully the bugs will be destroyed by the power of sleep sleep sleep. I can barely stay awake for 10 minutes at a time. I hate being sick.
I have a few things on my mind, but I’m not sure how to talk about them. I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing about personal things (I never have been in the habit of talking about them, and I am continuing to be not talking about things), and I feel awkward trying to get back to it. (Also I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore — I am more or less reading blogs, when bloglines deigns to let me know they’re updated, but I am heavy on the less commenting, and that tends to mean heavy on the less getting comments. I don’t check stats, so.)
I am not always sure I want to get back into the habit of writing highly personal stuff on the internet, either. I’m not sure if I don’t. I believe that writing things out is good for me, better than avoidance. But avoidance is easier, and the internet is public and permanent, at least for the near future.
Look, it’s my kittens, finally sleeping near each other again.
Sam honestly is at least three times Tilda’s size (and more than 3 times my little anorexic baby’s weight).
Away, you scullion! You rampallion! You fustilarian!
I’ll tickle your wolfa!
Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?
Tonight’s Heroes ended with “only 3 episodes left” which is true only if they’re planning on wrapping the season up this month, strike or no strike. Not that it seems all that hopeful, the no strike possibility, but I keep imagining that maybe the studios will come to their senses.
It was very bizarre, having something to do with getting married in India on a class trip with my high school class (and boys). I don’t remember the details, which is good, because it was also very upsetting.
On the plus side, I remember liking my wedding dress.
I figure I’ll play with this meme now that everyone else has done it so no one will comment here. Hurray, I cheat to win!
First five people to comment here get something in the mail from me. You need to post this offer on your own blog. I got here via pronoia.
Fair warning to Americans: if I have a trip planned there in December — not sure yet — I might wait to send it there, because Canadian postage is expensive, even before I calculate how much cheaper your dollar is. (I am not sure how long this will last, but I enjoy every single moment.)
Update: plam, Michelle, Cougar, you’re all welcome to play along. With Brina and Lucy, that makes 5 and I can feel like I was honest about this.
One of the things I most enjoy about giving out candy is deciding who to give what to. Teenagers in jeans, anyone wearing football uniforms, anyone talking on their cell phone? Rockets. Kids in homemade costumes, snowsuits, or out with their nannies? Chocolate bars. This year I also gave into requests for exchanges (almost invariably requested by 8-10 year old girls), and gave in to one kid and his identical twin, but not their identical triplet.
Most annoying: the live band hired by the neighbours, playing mostly 60s tunes and dancing on top a fire truck.
Rudest: the photographer who walked in, said he was a photographer looking for something good to take a picture of, then walked out without taking any pictures. Yes, I know that the Kloda stuff looks better, but I also know that your digital card is already paid for.
Most bizarre: little boy who went to the pirate chest, picked up the (dollar store) sword on it and tried to run out with it, saying “Look what I found!”
Hello, Australians who read my blog! I am glad you enjoyed the no-knead bread which, alas, I cannot take credit for, as I got the recipe from the NYT. But it is indeed a lovely crusty bread and if I weren’t lazy as all get out, I might make it again.
There is not, as it happens, a street called “Saint-Jaque” in Montreal. Nor is the intersection between St-Laurent and St-Jacques a four way intersection. Nor is that where Notre Dame is in any case.
But hurray, an episode partially set in Montreal. I am not entirely sure how I missed hearing about that before.