I never ever ever before used the self-cleaning part of my self-cleaning oven and this is the 3rd one I’ve had.
Dayum! That’s sweet, the thing looks like new!
Now, all someone needs to do is figure out a way to make the rest of this place clean itself. Something that doesn’t involve 900 degrees Fahrenheit, I would think, but something nonetheless.
This week, we’re on “eat stuff that don’t leave leftovers” mode. Because come Friday/Saturday, we’ll clean out the fridge because we don’t want to come home to any science projects. It’s only a week, but still… Milk can take on whole new qualities if it’s just a few days old, imagine being ignored for a week. In that vein, tomorrow is burgers, one day later this week is “clean out the various leftover slices of pizza” night, etc…
Who’s got the MMP in the morning? (I forgot) Don’t say me.
I feel slightly dizzy, but I’ve only written two pages of my paper. It can’t be too much work. It must be not enough food.
I feel rather apprehensive today. No, I’ve been feelin apprehensive all weekend. That Guy has been away all weekend - he’s gone to visit his undergrad friends, along with his roommate and his girlfriend (all of them were in undergrad together). I have this fear that being in that atmosphere will make him realize he’s been stupid to think about breaking up with his girlfriend of three years in order to be with me. At least him making some kind of decision would give closure to whatever’s been happening between us this past month, but I’ve definitely become way too emotionally invested in this whole affair, and I’m afraid of what ending this whole thing would mean to me. Gaaah.
Okay, I need food. Screw this paper. I can’t write it if I keel over from hunger!
Fun? Scary, maybe. Disturbing, probably. Outrageous, undoubtedly. But fun? Not the word that comes to mind…
I am exhausted, and still coughing a wee bit. I don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but I’m a professional, so to work I shall go. You know, if you all loved me enough, you’d send me lots of money so I wouldn’t have to go to work. But that’s fine. I know where I stand. I’m not angry. You’ve made your choices - so be it. <sigh>
Dang - I’m even too tired to be properly pitiful! How pathetic is that??
It’s like a trip to Disney World, April in Paris and you’re scariest nightmares all rolled up into one inside my head. How could that be anything but fun?
LiLi, I didn’t faint, I was just in my bunk for a while. Work went OK. I had a lady almost have a hissy fit at me because her total was less than she thought it would be. :dubious:
Nuclear stress test, puggy? What did he have to do, stop a reactor from going critical with only a roll of duct tape and a sheet of aluminum foil?
BooFae, Does your head hurt as much as your liver?
swampy, I bet The Voices Inside My Head are wwwwaaayyyyy more scary than yours.
Just to clue you all in, I’ve still been hurting like an SOB all day – I finally found a comfy position in bed this afternoon, so stayed there till dinner time! – and am now giving up and going to bed for the night. So I’m a-gonna put up the MMP kinda early. So don’t lose it before it falls off the front page, everybody!
I’m home. Didja miss me? (actually I’ve been home for about 6 hours, but I slept first before coming in here) I’ll save the tales (and the pics) for the new MMP
Scary, maybe. Disturbing, probably. Outrageous, undoubtedly. But fun? Not the word that comes to mind… 
Work went OK. I had a lady almost have a hissy fit at me because her total was less than she thought it would be. :dubious: