I have eight hundred things to write about and absolutely no time to spend on this here website. However, I think I can schedule a date with Livejournal for tomorrow night. There'll be coffee. Tonight I am going to a hockey game right after work.

In lieu of content written by yours truly, here are some other LJ entries to read:

throwingstardna's friend writes ( Read more... )

This morning:

John Hodgman was my boyfriend. We had been cursed to spend our days reenacting movies (him: A River Runs Through It, me: Nobody Knows*) until we could create a viable new language. I lived in a Gap dressing room, "trying on a new sundress," until our language was accepted. Upon leaving, I bought a bunch of new clothes with the money ( Read more... )

I shouldn't be this tired at 10 PM 11:30 PM on a Friday. Sheesh ( Read more... )

Hi there, Livejournal. Please note that it is after midnight on Saturday night / Sunday morning and I am sitting here at home, alone for all "intensive purposes"* (don't you hate it when people write that?), since Adam and Gus are sleeping -- Adam because he has to get up at 4 for work, and Gus because he is a dog. I'm just noting this for ( Read more... )

(Written, ohh, last week sometime. Why do I post hardly anything I write?)Adam's in New York this week for workish purposes. I had originally planned on joining him, but since I'm trying to pay off my student loan by May, and since I'm also loading up my savings account in anticipation of us moving in June, I decided not to go. Seeing as there's an ( Read more... )

I'm having to write a bunch of legalese reading comprehension tests this week. They have to be done by tomorrow afternoon, and, without access to any law databases, I'm running desperately short on material to use for the reading passages. So I turned to the Internet and searched for "legal brief" to see what sort of public domain stuff would pop ( Read more... )

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Here's what I propose: that January becomes "New Year's Resolution Tryout Month," a sort of purgatory between the frenzied goal-setting at the end of December, and the resigned chill that falls upon February when you realize that planning and saving for your fabulous backpacking trip*, publishing your novel**, and working up to running five miles a ( Read more... )

At last, it is adequately cold here. I'm the type of person who insists on wearing seasonal clothing even when the seasons aren't being themselves, and so there were a couple days last month when I was the lone Christmas shopper wearing a wool jacket among the masses wearing short sleeves and shorts. But these last few days have been really ( Read more... )

( This one has a little more weight than the books list. )