morning report

Slept kind of wonky. Bailed on Greenlake (*sheepish*), except valid reason as knee is really in pain and was stupid and didn't take 47 Advil yesterday. That's remedied now, but it's still pretty stiff. Owie.

Had odd dream that John had inspired me to take a cooking class at UW and I was learning to sauté carrots.

Simply must clean flat. Must conquer all the dead things in fridge which I have been ignoring for past month. Bleh.

However, morning will be spent re-reading entire SiP series in bed with furry animal and leftover pizza.

Also, randomly, I have Blink 182's Mutt in my head and it won't go away. ("...his pants are supertight, oh yeah!")

Also also, ran out of current Must-Sees on Netflix, so the 30 or so odd previous Oscar winners I had listed have started showing up. Currently watching, Driving Miss Daisy. It's a sweet movie. But can't get out of head the SNL skit, "Riding Miss Daisy" and having porn music cycle through my head now and then.

Anyone have any great rental recommendations? Movie or TV series?

um, ok

Went to some party called Minotaurza with jeff_nw. It was a costume party honoring the great bull, but I don't think any of us were wearing any. Costumes that is, not bull.

Had walked him to the ferry to Silverdale (which doesn't exist) so he could go on an evening-all day hike. As we were walking to the ferry, he was explaining that Saturday was the party. Then by the time we walked there, it was the party.

Everything was lit by fiery torches and lighting them were Hawaiian women in leis and grass skirts and bikini tops. Suddenly this woman started screaming for her daughter on the pier. I was going to approach her, but Jeff beat me to it as we all surrounded him and watched his amazing bedside manner. He calmed her down, then laid an ironing board on her and asked me to iron her down. I did this, because I mean, that's exactly what you do for someone having a seizure. I thought to myself what a wonderful doctor he would make. He has such a calming, caring nature to him.

He asked me to take her vitals, but proceeded to do it anyway. He said her pulse was thundering away. I checked, too. She was definitely in the full bloom of adrenaline. Jeff said it was because her cowboy costume (which we couldn't see on her) had been incorporated into her spirit. I wasn't sure how we could get her out of it, because we couldn't see it. She looked like Spencer's mother, Cassandra, from The X-files. That woman's always getting herself into possessed shit.

This is why I never need to abuse prescription medication. All I need to do is take a brief afternoon nap.

come within two dragonlengths of me

Okay. This is cracking me up. Courtesy of Googlism

( What I am is what I am. Are you what you are or what?. )

if i keep typing, i don't have to clean my flat

Just got off the phone with my cousin Kiki. She and Mish (her sister) are going on a 17 day tour of Europe this August. They're going to London, Paris, Venice, Rome, and Dusseldorf. I am so fucking excited for them!! I think this is the first time they get to travel someplace fun without their parents. My little babies are all grown up. *sniffle* Very hard to not treat them like the 8 year old kittens I see them as.

It reminds me of my own trip to Europe which was (holyshit!!) over ten years ago.

( Trying to remember where I went. )

Of course I was a wobbly 17 year old and had the IQ of a cheeseplant. Wish very much to go back again now as sensible adult (hah!). Dying to go to Prague. Once I get that career track job with paid vacations again (*swoon*), I think for my first vacation, I'm going to travel to someplace in Europe.

I have no idea when that will be, or what brabble will be doing, but have decided she will have to come with me.

Now it's past 6:30pm and I want food but have none in house. Brh. Must venture out to grocery store. Wah.

indian food, woo

Decided to place order at India Bistro. They don't deliver, but I can park illegally for 45 seconds and run in and pick up my order and then scurry back home.

Mmmm garlic naan. Mmmm saag paneer. Mmmm chicken curry.

I swear, I'll clean the fridge and grocery shop tomorrow.

No, really, I will. Well, at least over the weekend.

Realized am excited about not having anything specific to do this weekend. Will be hanging out with Judy and Jeff at random times, but have neither incoming visitor to entertain, nor travel plans for the first time in a long time.

Time for a West Wing marathon. There will be a lot of swoony quote posts. Because apparently am feeling very babbly today. Which honestly is a nice change from the surly introspection I've been bogged down with for too long.

ahhhhhhhhh

Sam: About a week ago I accidentally slept with a prostitute.
Toby: Really?
Sam: Yes.
Toby: You accidentally slept with a prostitute?
Sam: Call girl.
Toby: Accidentally?
Sam: Yes.
Toby: I don't understand, did you trip over something?

*dies*

I love Toby. I love Sam. I love Josh. I love CJ. And Leo McGarry needs to marry me, I don't care how old he is. Or how bad at marriage. I love him.

bwahahahaha

Josh: Okay. Here's what I'm gonna do.
Donna: Hide in your office?
Josh: No, I'm not going to hide in my office. I'm going to go into my office and devise a strategy. That is what I do. I'm a professional. I'm not a little boy.
Donna: That's the spirit.
Josh: But if she calls, I'm at the dentist. I'll be back in an hour.
[walks into his office, sees CJ sitting in his chair]
Josh: *girly shriek of terror*
CJ: Wow, are YOU stupid!

[...]

Josh: You paranoid Berkeley shiksa feminista. *pause* Whoa that was way too far.
CJ: No, no. Well I've got a staff meeting to go to, and so do you. You elitist, Harvard, fascist, missed-the-deans-list TWO SEMESTERS IN A ROW, Yankee jackass.
Josh: Feel better getting that off your chest there, CJ?
CJ: I'm a whole new woman.

*purrrrrrrr*