Matrice called last night with some notes on TB and a couple of lil’ questions about US, so yay! I can move forward. Yay! We also went to see The Incredibles, which we enjoyed a lot. Tonight we’re going to go see a local production of 1776, which I’m looking forward to, ’cause I’ve never seen it on stage. And beyond that, it is colder than a titch’s wit out there. miles to Lothlorien: 378
more on politics, ’cause I just can’t leave it alone
I’m actually cross-posting this entry to both my LJ and my regular journal, which is a rarity for me. For those of you who get double spam, I apologize. My Mom just sent me this excerpt: Thomas Friedman, who’s a columnist for The New York Times, said this today: “I often begin writing columns by interviewing myself. I did that Wednesday, asking myself this: Why didn’t I feel totally depressed after George H.W.Bush defeated Michael Dukakis, or even when George W. Bush defeated Al Gore? Why did I wake up…
More on politics, ’cause I just can’t leave it alone
I’m actually cross-posting this entry to both my LJ and my regular journal, which is a rarity for me. For those of you who get double spam, I apologize. My Mom just sent me this excerpt: Thomas Friedman, who’s a columnist for The New York Times, said this today: “I often begin writing columns by interviewing myself. I did that Wednesday, asking myself this: Why didn’t I feel totally depressed after George H.W.Bush defeated Michael Dukakis, or even when George W. Bush defeated Al Gore? Why did I wake up…
Nothing to say, really
Nothing to say, really. Thinking about redesigning the webpage. I know how to have fun, eh? :) …nope. Nothing to say. miles to Lothlorien: 376
Lent, Day 28
Oh. It’s Thursday. That means it’s weigh-in day. 182. Down 2 pounds from last posting, 2 weeks ago. I’d hoped it would be 4 pounds, so I’m kind of disappointed, particularly since I’ve been down those two pounds since about two days after the last Lent posting. I’m still sufficiently grumpy about everything that I was getting lunch and thought it’d be swell to just completely pig out on some kind of sweet thing (which would be very difficult, as there aren’t any in the house–oh, wait, yes there are:…