Happy birthday to dicotomygrrl, docwebster, and emerald_ibis!
Hello to new readers habiliments and xsyntrik!
Bumped up on the Topamax today, and feeling very out of it. Exacerbated, I'm sure, by the fact that I just spent the last full hour running all around the building helping a professor set up for a big seminarthingie he's holding today. Which I actually don't mind, aside from the medical stuff, as this is one of the professors who really appreciates the above-and-beyond stuff, which parts of this are. Is? I've lost track of my subject/verb agreement. You get the drift. He's a good guy.
Was so tired last night that after the docorion conversation...
Me, stumbling into the bedroom about an hour after the conversation ended: "Fell asleep on the *mumble*."
Adam, half-asleep: "Did you say you fell asleep on the couch or the cat?"
Me: "I dunno what I said. But both would be right."
Most patient. Cats. Evar.
Troop Leader wandered by last night - without calling first, of course, and at an unacceptably-late time - to pick up her table. We gave her troop money and extra cookies, too. Not our money, as we're still sorting that. I didn't deal with her, as I was on the phone with docorion.
Holes in her Ears!
Miss Kid has gotten her ears pierced! She's still a little bit in shock. So am I. Next column for TwoHeadedCat: Preadolescent rites of passage.
Girls, Girls, Girls
I write about pretty bi girls kissing and being all giggly, and pretty bi girls come out and get all giggly in the comments. I gotta do this more often.
docorion thinks that we should write a personal ad for a girl for me. The interview process ought to be rigorous, we agreed. Quite rigorous.
That's neither here nor there. *clears throat*
Um, according to all signs, today is the day that Shooting Star Comics #6, with the Shayara story, will actually be in stores, and my heart just went all floopy just writing that. So go look for it, okay? And let me know when you get it. It is like not *real* for me until someone has it in their hot little hands...