Last night my wrist started hurting. It felt thick, like it needed to be popped (a very familiar sensation, from working four years on the slime line in a cannery), but I couldn’t get it to pop. I took some aspirin and went to bed and noticed it was still vaguely thick-feeling this morning. It didn’t hurt, though, until I scooped Young Indiana up and swept him around in the fashion I usually do. And my wrist went “HEY MOTHERF*CKER WATCH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” So now I have a wrist…
nothing else
If I do nothing else today (and when I say “do nothing else”, I mean write, go buy some baby ibuprofen, grocery shop and finish the laundry, all of which must be done), I will get the goddamned laundry room cleaned. While I’m at it, I would like to solve world hunger and bring peace to the masses. Michelle Sagara is writing a really fascinating and insightful series of posts about having an Asperger child, which was prompted by the bullying posts a few weeks ago. They’re good reading (long;…
Daddy’s Boy
(perhaps I am turning LJ into another version of FB or Twitter, where I post snippet-length things, but at least I’m posting, right? o.o)
halloween
I like Halloween. I like dressing up and all of that. I have not, however, actually *done* that since, oh, college. So next year we’re holding a Halloween costume party, dammit, and you’re invited. :) (Good. Now I have a year to make a costume. Chiana, Chance, or Rogue? :))
my aunt lives there now.
A friend of mine encountered a grocery clerk yesterday whose aunt evidently lives on Barryar.