Monthly Archives: February 2005

I made out pretty well. But I don’t think you get to be a virtuous nonbeliever if you came around after Christ saved the world, only if you died before he came. Ah well, maybe I’ll be able to work … Continue reading →

I think I’m going to try and see this play. Joe gets into town tonight and seems to be doing better, so maybe he’ll like to go with me before he heads back to California. If not, I’ll see it … Continue reading →

Weird, all those words rhyme with completely different vowels. So I decided my “you can lead a man to water but you can’t make him not drink vodka” profound thought would be a great title for a country music song … Continue reading →

But it seems I’m actually older than I am: You Are 34 Years Old 34 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view – and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: … Continue reading →

Okay, so I don’t get it either, but I adore the bizarre, so here’s my fetus: I adopted a cute lil’ easter bunny fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus! Maybe it will be all grown by Easter and bring me lots … Continue reading →

You can lead a man to water, but you can’t make him not drink vodka.

Okay, now I’m so excited I’m about to burst. I arranged to have a spa treatment for the first time this Friday to celebrate my birthday. No indulgence is too extravagant or weird! I’m going to get a four-layer facial … Continue reading →

I am so excited because I found a yoga studio and knitting classes at Woolie Ewe and Yarn and Stitches. YAY! I have been doing some yoga on my own, but I’m just not disciplined enough to hold the hard … Continue reading →

Okay, I’m done feeling sorry for myself for a while. In fact, I woke up feeling awesome this morning. I think it’s because I started taking my medicine at night, and I slept through the night for the first time … Continue reading →

So I’m in an apartment in Texas and my computer is set up and the rest of the house is in half-unpacked boxes, and the stress, now that it’s pretty much over, is sneaking in and whomping me, despite the … Continue reading →