Hungover

So tired I felt like I was drunk last night, stumbling and slurring my words and tripping in my attempts to do the laundry. Tried to wake up to get the stuff out of the dryer on time, but it didn't happen. Adam and I did that first thing in the morning, though. Fell back asleep after that, out like a light, and woke up disoriented, stumbling, gooey-eyed.

blocked sender

Going through my hotmail blocked sender list, and blocking domains that are obviously spam havens -- anything ****.cx is suspect, and if I get two spams from one suspicious domain, I block it. Yahoo, AOL, and Hotmail are big offenders, but they're also *sigh* places where people I know have email addresses. I have no AOL address myself.

Why go through and do this? To make room to add more to the list; to keep future mailings from the offending domains out. That's why.

High School?

I see you my friend, over and over and over again.

You can see, sometimes, the intent by the wake that's left. Ekaterin learned this. Tien meant well, really he did, but his love for her manifested in a trail of chaos and heartache, wherever he went.

I think I seek the shower scene of A Civil Campaign to illustrate my point.

...well, this, for a start. Chapter Ten

"Actually, I was about to ask, just how bad was Madame Vorsoisson's prior marriage?"

Miles shrugged. "I only saw a little of it. I gather from the pattern of her flinches that the late unlamented Tien Vorsoisson was one of those subtle feral parasites who leave their mates scratching their heads and asking, Am I crazy? Am I crazy? She wouldn't have those doubts if she married him, ha.

"Aah," said his mother, in a tone of much enlightenment. "One of those. Yes. I know the type of old. They come in all gender-flavors, by the way. It can take years to fight your way out of the mental mess they leave in their wake."

Lois knows how to say it. Damn you, Shawn, and all those like you.


from Chapter Thirteen:

...[Illyan] paused, an odd smile playing on his lips. "Lately I have come to believe that the principal difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there."

Could one judge a man by his company? Could she judge Miles that way? Ivan was charming and funny, Lady Alys fine and formidable, Illyan, despite his sinister history, strangely kind. Miles's clone brother Mark, for all his bitter bite, seemed a brother in truth. Kareen Koudelka was pure delight. The Vorbrettens, the rest of the Koudelka clan, Duv Galeni, Tsipis, Ma Kosti, Pym, even Enrique...Miles seemed to collect friends of wit and distinction and extraordinary ability around himself as casually and unselfconsciously as a comet trailed its banner of light.

Looking back, she realized how very few friends Tien had ever made. He'd despised his coworkers, scorned his scattered relations. She'd told herself that he hadn't the knack for socializing, or was just too busy. Once past his school days, Tien had never made a new good friend. She'd come to share his isolation; alone together was a perfect summation of their marriage.

Judge 'em by their friends, and by their enemies. ... Oh, my brothers. My brothers. Shall you be lost to me, forever?

I must be kidding myself.

Losing weight, then with the fudge and the bacon-lettuce-tomato sandwiches? With mayo? Riiight.


Also, spot the flaw in the following conversation:

"Is it OK if I cook some bacon?" to one's religiously pork-avoidant roommate.

"It's kosher with me."

Humor: Kids

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That Sounds Real Good Right About Now

Missed school today: slept. Hopefully will have a good day at work. Working today, and tomorrow.

teenagewitch's idea about going into a retreat from life in general to get stuff straightened up sounds like an excellent one.