Nice thunderstorm today. But got gd downpoured on when leaving the grocery store, absolutely soaked to the bone just getting the bags into the car (while standing in several inches of rushing water, learned my lesson about parking next to the parking lot storm drain). Still trying to dry out.
And he (the usual he) wouldn't know what it is to be a responsible adult if it bit him in the ass. Or to save his life. Makes me wish he would have to be a responsible adult to save his life, because maybe then I wouldn't have to put up with him anymore.
Now to queue up the ticketmaster website and wait to buy Tool tickets. C'mon, fifteen minutes...
[Ed: Oh yeah, the odd ironic coincidence thing. I mentioned the PCOS thing to a guildmate, a gal who I've known in WoW for a good couple-several years now. And turns out that she's had it for the past five years--so she knew exactly what I was talking about. And man, do symptoms match. A bit of reassurance that my dr's theory is correct, perhaps? Anyway.]
And he (the usual he) wouldn't know what it is to be a responsible adult if it bit him in the ass. Or to save his life. Makes me wish he would have to be a responsible adult to save his life, because maybe then I wouldn't have to put up with him anymore.
Now to queue up the ticketmaster website and wait to buy Tool tickets. C'mon, fifteen minutes...
[Ed: Oh yeah, the odd ironic coincidence thing. I mentioned the PCOS thing to a guildmate, a gal who I've known in WoW for a good couple-several years now. And turns out that she's had it for the past five years--so she knew exactly what I was talking about. And man, do symptoms match. A bit of reassurance that my dr's theory is correct, perhaps? Anyway.]