H.E. and I had been anticipating the final episode of The Sopranos for a long time, so we watched it together with some munchies, like most people get together to watch the Super Bowl. We spent practically the entire hour sitting on the edge of our seats, leaning forward, expecting at any moment that somebody was going to get shot. From this corner. From that corner. Out of that door. Through that window. From behind. Whatever. We weren’t surprised when…
I was down for the count yesterday—the damn sinuses again. The Benadryl I took to relieve the blinding pain early in the morning kept me glued to the bed all day until four o’clock this morning. I was worried I wouldn’t feel well enough today to drive up to L.A. with H.E.. In fact, this morning, the sinus pain was still there, lingering. I felt a little better after a shower, though, and infinitely better when I left the house…
I’ve been running errands and working all day that I just sort of let the day slip by without posting something. My bad! I am not in want of topics—I have ideas shooting out of my ass like I’ve been food poisoned—so it isn’t that; I just don’t really prep my posts or actually take the time to write them sometimes, despite my knowing when I want them published. Sigh. Reminds me of my old college days, when I’d leave…
I must be sick or in the process of turning into a cat. I’ve been sleeping on and off all day today—two- or three-hour naps with four or five hours of wakefulness in between. Or perhaps it was the other way around. I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night and got plenty of sleep. I woke up to the sound of Mexican laborers stirring up the leaves, grass, and pollen outside, all of which gave me a…
I was going to post about a show I recorded last night, but it’s still sitting on my DVR, unwatched. Plus, the Smart Bitches have just posted the winner of their wickedly dirty onomatopoeia contest, so I figured now was a good time to post about the way my mind works, instead. In a nutshell? My mind is dirty. Yesterday, I was reading Bonnie Dee’s excerpt on the LSB forums when I came upon the phrase, “His **** stiffened…” My…