Good morning.

Note to self: Do not take more than one vicodin a night. Because then your legs feel all woobly and rubbery and you're not a coordinated Phinnia. And you don't need help with that.
So I'm here, I'm alive, I'm surprisingly with it now that the woobliness has worn off. I wish to write to the makers of Aleve and tell them that they make a wonderful product.
That's about it, really. Went to bed at nine-thirty (amazingly early). Woke up at three. Poor Bubbynerrs has another cold and gets very angry at the sniffly nose thing. But he seems to be getting over it.

Thoughts for a lazy Tuesday.

The lead singer for Radiohead is an autistic vulcan. Perhaps he's one of the Home for Autistic Vulcans' poster cases or something.
Maybe my brother in law knows him?

I should not be permitted to look around science stores.

Because, like nihilistech, I find myself wondering ... hmmm ... I could use a van der graff generator, of course! Every household needs one.
Of course there's a part of me that wants to get one, use it, spray the living hell out of my hair with hairspray, and then go to Sean's weekly group like that ...
Perhaps the vicodin's not entirely worn off?

An addendum to my last post ... a comment on the silliness of human nature

RE: spraying my hair silly after exposing it to a van der graff generator ...
The sad part is that if I actually did this and when confronted with it made up some lie about how I was doing this to 'make my hair into some kind of tactile three dimensional sculpture so that my son could appreciate it being blind and all' there would be people out there that believed me. Assuming, of course, that I could say this with a straight face.

Lesson one: Don't believe everything you hear.
Lesson two: Especially if it's told to you by someone related to me. I mean, come on. I still can't believe that my husband actually managed to convince some woman that I can't fill out a form for him because then the National Federation of the Blind would take away his rental car priveleges. Or that it was against his religion.
To say nothing of the Guide Bunny Incident.
Lesson three: Some people will believe anything if it's said in a serious enough tone.

Today's sreevay...

From the lovely, talented and all-around fantabulous mamallama.

( Four? )

A clear sign the apocalypse is upon us

I might actually get one of my wishes yet. (Link courtesy kolys.)

*waits expectantly for the matter transporter now*


The box is taunting me. He knew it would, too.

I am married to an evil man. An evil man who leaves boxes with birthday presents in them sitting in the chair knowing full well I can't open them until tomorrow. Evil man. Yes.

I would say 'I think he does this on purpose'. But I don't think. I know. He does.

I have to go to group tomorrow, even though it is my birthday, and that sucks. But I will get lunch out at our fave lunch place. It's all about the positive reinforcement. It's not just for children anymore. If any Portlanders are reading this (I know there's a few of you, hi!) try Genies on SE 11th and Division. It's good, it's organic, they have veggie options, it's reasonably priced. You can't go wrong there.

I also want to go to Peanut Butter Ellies or Old Wives' Tales, because I think there need to be more innovative kid themed restaurants that aren't The Great Tits of America.

What should I do with my shiny new whiteboard? Nikki the Flat used to draw Dr. Seuss animals on hers.

I'm not taking any more vicodin, because I've felt like I'm swimming through vaseline all day, and it's bugging me because I want to work on 'wounding and healing' and my brain is just that little bit short of ideally functional. The Aleve seems to be working more or less fine. Perhaps I shall have coffee. Yes.

How do people put those lines between sections (wintersweet does this, I've seen others do it too). It's obviously some HTML or another. Help?