That List? Yeah, About that...

[itsallovernow]

The list of housecleaning was... more wishful thinking than anything else.

After my gorge n' wallow on Friday night, I got up early to write on Saturday, went to Writer's Group and then took M. to purchase a vehicle. After establishing that yes, somehow, continued exposure to Glendale makes you lose IQ points, M. decided upon a vehicle and I left him there to make it happen. Went to class, increased my headache, had my Saturday night plans cancel, went back to collect M. who had discovered that despite the best intentions of paying in cash, they really mean cash cash, not debit card cash, so he has to go back this week with a check and proof of insurance so he can take the vehicle home.

It would be really nice if, in that process, he removed the vehicle that has been in our carport for two fucking years. When I suggested, politely, that he make that happen, he looks at me with all seriousness and says, "Yeah, you got any phone numbers for that?"

I did not lunge across the table and throttle him. I win.

After collecting him, we went out to celebrate his newly vehicled status, and margaritas were had, and then I collapsed on the couch, going to bed at a little shy of 11 p.m. (a bedtime I haven't seen since the mid-teens). Unsurprisingly, I woke up at 4:00 a.m. trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with the world.

I spent yesterday teaching and lounging on the couch, watching Dexter (all of it, I'm done now, and sad) and met lizlet for dinner, which was good because I might have melded with the couch otherwise, and then watched the first half of How I Met Your Mother on DVD, on loan from Liz. Because clearly, catching up on two shows that NO ONE in my fandoms watch or talk about (okay, that's not true, I know a couple of you are watching both and please to be coming to squee about them, 'kay, thanx!) is a hugely productive use of my time.

Honestly, I've got a killer headache as a result of the sluggishness, and my lowgrade depression is trying to upgrade, which means I need to bump up the exercise and fresh veggie intake since my household only has room for one set of crazy right now, and M. has officially declared September to be his month of crazy.

Send salads! And cabana boys. (Since I've mostly, MOSTLY, abandoned the "If you have a penis do not be talking to me" philosophy of Friday. I did not abandon it willingly mind you, just for the record.) And possibly send party dresses and a pedicurist. And gin. Definitely send gin.

Comments

[50mm.livejournal.com]

Dear M.--They've got your phone number right here: http://www.kidney.org/support/kidneycars/donatenow.cfm


*leaves a case of gin*

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks hon!

[fourteenlines.livejournal.com]

I am newly converted to gin! Or at least that Tanqueray Ragnar stuff, or whatever they're calling it. In the green bottle. The lime-flavored stuff. It's my new roommate's drink of choice, and lo, I did not hate it! It's a miracle.

For the rest of it: I got nothin'. Except that I know JUST how frustrating taking a boy car-shopping can be. *sympathy face*

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I'm VERY intrigued by the green Tanqueray stuff:) It's lime, yes? Lime-flavored gin should be heavenly:)

And actually M. was good (mostly), it's the car dealerships in Glendale that are frustrating:)

[fourteenlines.livejournal.com]

It is lime. It's yummy.

And, yeah. But...boys! I once took the Artist Formerly Known As The Boy car-shopping on a Monday night, when I should have been packing to move to my new house in three days, and after we failed and I took him home, then had to go back and get him, at ten p.m., to drive him 20 miles down the road so he could buy a Geo Metro he'd just seen in the newspaper. All because...he asked.

It's really no wonder that I was pissed off at him for so long after he left.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hee:) Yeah, I can, in fact see where some of the annoyance comes in:)

[life-on-queen.livejournal.com]

Dexter's cool. Not *omg squee* cool but cool nonetheless. And Michael C. Hall manages to achieve the perfect level of scruffiness to be hot and cute without triggering my "ew, shower plz." button.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I thought it was pretty fabulous, with enough procedural stuff to keep that geeky part of me invested, plus a solid mystery and genuine creep factory. Strong, complex and flawed women, and the only place it consistently failed for me was the hit or missness of the B-plots when they involved the other cops in the department, most of whom I really liked but telling their stories felt... off-handed.

[raithen.livejournal.com]

**shares the gin** -- tanqueray 10, dry, with a twist?

also shares the funk. and the consistent low grade headache. and thinks exercise and veggies are smart. cabana boys, too.

and I have transient HIMYM squee -- I like, though we all know my fannish tendencies can be mildish ;).But I can squee along.

[cofax7]

You can have all my gin, as I loathe juniper berries.

{{hugs you}}

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks baby! And I'm so taking you up on the gin offer:)