Tag Archives: random

resolve face

Happy New Year, internets! It’s an even-numbered year, which always makes me feel vaguely twitchy, but I have high hopes for 2008. If I knew anything about numerology I’d probably have something pithy to say about the auspiciousness of all the numbers adding up to 1, but I don’t, so I’ll just…move on to something [...]

hypochondriacs do it with Google

I have weird pain in my side. Not the appendix side; the other one. Feels like stabbing and burning. Not So says it’s probably my stomach, and he’s probably right, but will that stop me from fretting? It will not.
Honestly, it’s probably stress-related. This whole working-like-a-mad-person so I won’t have time to feel any pesky [...]

visual-free since ‘93*

I was going to post a picture, but I’m on Not So’s laptop, which means I’m only using one browser, which means – you really want to hear this? Okay – I’m not logged in to Flickr under my Cranky Mama alias, so I can’t grab the code for the image I want. The short [...]

truncated

Today’s entry is going to be short, I’m afraid. Very short. In fact…this is it.
Tomorrow’s will be longer. I promise.
Cheers, all.

cough, cough

Or, I guess, sniffle sniffle would be more accurate, but whatevs. I’m getting sick. I can feel it in my head, in my poor beleaguered sinuses, in my cannot-drag-self-out-of-bed-to-save-life-ness. I woke up this morning and immediately needed a nap. Waking up: it’s harder than it looks!
But I don’t have time to be sick…or do I? [...]

yawn

I am full of tired. We just got back from a baby shower for one of Not So’s coworkers, which was a surprising amount of fun (I say ’surprising’ because I usually shrink in fear from social occasions which involve people I don’t know). Happy Fun Baby ran around with the other kids and had [...]

by the skin of my teeth

Posting! Today! (It’s still today, right?)
The good news is I’ve finished my finals and written almost 10,000 words.
‘Night!