I spent the weekend ill, which was unfortunate. Naturally, my vaguely sore throat waited until Saturday to present itself as a real issue. Because we were having company in Schroon Lake, and young Stephen, master and commander of all our lives, needed a chauffeur in Albany, I was voted off the island, so to speak. Instead of passing the day sick ( Read more... )

You know what I was just thinking about? The Scott Stapp/Jesus tick.

*dies laughing*

I hate doing online asterisk-actions like that. But the Scott Stapp/Jesus tick... he deserves them. He was taken higher. Kathleen and I always have such interesting times... mountaineering Monopoly on the front lawn, secret missions, fancy dinners, awkward ( Read more... )

How doth the world hate Emily? Let her count the ways...

1. I am growing a new weird bone in Left Elbow. For rizzle. I grow weird bones like some people grow flowers. Poof. They just sprout. Soon that loveliest of hinge joints will have veritable twin peaks in miniature protruding awkwardly from it and causing me pain. But wait! As it is ( Read more... )

( Super-popular song lyrics meme... )

I actually did my French phrases, which is more than I'd been expecting to get done tonight. They're all about how I think Madame should be nicer to us (read: stop trying to make French a real class,) but, regardless, they're done. For the first time this year. Man, I'm going to do so badly if she decides to grade us for real instead of giving ( Read more... )

( Hamlet: The Mix )

( Standard New Year's survey yoinked from _emolicious_ )

I ♥ Kind of Like Spitting ( Read more... )

Don't do it, Ohio, don't do it...

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