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apocalypsosFeel like crap. Don't want to move.
Also, the heat went off in the middle of the night, which meant that I woke up to an ice-cold apartment that only just got warm enough again for me to stop walking around swaddled in an afghan. Oh, and there's also apparently a couple of messages from that guy from last weekend on my voicemail, which I never check because it's always telemarketers and credit counselors and stuff. Which means I'll have to dig through all of that if I want to get to the messages specifically so I can call him and try to let him down gently.
In summation ... *headdesk*.
In other news, my mother's developed a fascination with House. I said, "Is he the other guy you're allowed to leave Dad for after Gil Grissom?" and she couldn't deny it. Heh.
Okay, so. The President's Day party. Gimme a minute and I'll set up the post for it. All you have to do is get an icon of whomever you're coming as and respond in character. I was going to stop at American presidents, but hell, if you want to come as another country's President or a fictional president or even some random politician I'm not picky. :)
EDIT: One of these days I really do have to go take a picture of my mom's kitten because that fucker's HUGE. I've never seen a cat that large that wasn't ripping the head off an antelope on Animal Planet.
Also, the heat went off in the middle of the night, which meant that I woke up to an ice-cold apartment that only just got warm enough again for me to stop walking around swaddled in an afghan. Oh, and there's also apparently a couple of messages from that guy from last weekend on my voicemail, which I never check because it's always telemarketers and credit counselors and stuff. Which means I'll have to dig through all of that if I want to get to the messages specifically so I can call him and try to let him down gently.
In summation ... *headdesk*.
In other news, my mother's developed a fascination with House. I said, "Is he the other guy you're allowed to leave Dad for after Gil Grissom?" and she couldn't deny it. Heh.
Okay, so. The President's Day party. Gimme a minute and I'll set up the post for it. All you have to do is get an icon of whomever you're coming as and respond in character. I was going to stop at American presidents, but hell, if you want to come as another country's President or a fictional president or even some random politician I'm not picky. :)
EDIT: One of these days I really do have to go take a picture of my mom's kitten because that fucker's HUGE. I've never seen a cat that large that wasn't ripping the head off an antelope on Animal Planet.
