This weekend was hazardous to my health.

Saturday night at Mick and Carol's I ran into the corner of a glass-topped table. Twice. I now have a two-inch-long raised welt on my thigh. Alcohol was not involved, just my hereditary clumsiness.

I haven't slept well in the past three nights. One nightmare, several dreams of vague foreboding, and lots of tossing and turning.

Can I go home now?

Lovely Johnny Cash tribute article

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1101030922-485696,00.html?cnn=yes

This is all my darling cousin's fault.

A few days ago reannon posted a tongue-in-cheek list of reasons she'd make a good girlfriend and encouraged the rest of us to stop dissing on ourselves long enough to do the same.

I considered this for about fifteen seconds, couldn't think of any, and wandered off to drink cheap wine.

However, my darling cousin ariedana decided I needed a little help. She made me promise to post a list if she wrote it for me.

She's in big trouble.

( gee, thanks, Dana )

inspired by a conversation with one of y'all

So, exactly how innocent do you think I am?

(tempted to channel Britney Spears and go "I'm not that innocent," but I'm fundamentally opposed to channeling Britney Spears for any reason)

using LJ as a bulletin board

Did one of you guys just call me? I got a call from an unlisted number but couldn't get to it in time. I guess caller ID spoils you...