Moooooooooom, Livejournal ate my post!

Luckily it wasn't a very big one, so I'm not all that annoyed.

gacked from kshandra:

When you see this, post a poem.

Would you like to hear
Of the terrible night
When I bravely fought the –
No? All right.

-- Shel Silverstein, "The Battle"

It's funny my first thought was "Krokodil" by Chukovski (who I think is fairly equivelent to Silverstein in the whimsical kiddie poetry department), but a) that's an asslong poem, I mean I might as well repost the entire "Ballad of Reading Gaol" (another one of my absolute favorites) b) it's in Russian, so the only person who would be able to read it, let alone recognize it would be harinezumi. So something shorter and sweeter. :)

There's a real post following this one - wow this day's been busy.

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Today was fairly interesting, really. I was supposed to get up kinda ass early, but that didn't happen cause I was up until four AM for no real good reason. well, no good reason other than the fact that the house won't let me sleep. But never mind that.

I like the Toy. (It will probably have a better name once I get more used to it.) It's especially good for jotting down little notes to post into LJ later. ;) Like the sheer ridiculousness of the banner that was flying in front of Lutheran Hospital this morning: "TAKE YOUR MAN TO THE DOCTOR WEEK: He'll live to love you longer." [Emphasis theirs, I shit you not.] You know, there really are better reasons to have a bronchial attack than laughing your ass off on a street corner. Stupid chest cold.

Spent a quiet afternoon with Mom, who was kinda groggy from whatever they give her to help her sleep. Mostly I played with the Toy, doing nerdage such as plug in and carefully classify my address book and fiddle with settings, send a few text messages/emails, and get an absolutely hilarious one from gossamer_gull. (girl, something be wrong wit'choo.) Also talked to teh kittens, which was also yummy, especially since the two of them had a date tonight. (Hope it was fun!) Kept my mind off things, really, which is exactly what I needed... *sigh* I don't feel really like writing at too great a length about being there, there's some pretty raw stuff there and I'm too tired to pry my psyche open with a stick, at least, where my family is concerned.

On an unrelated not, ye gods. I am never having a coffee in a size above a medium ever again. Today just was not a good day to have caffiene and dairy induced digestive problems, no no no. Ugh.

Stopped at Target on my way back to Manhattan and got the promised extra underwear. I now own 3 (three) pairs of Superman undies, and amusingly enough all three pairs are with me. :P I also have a red lacey confection that also is My First Push-up Bra in like Ten Years.
*goggle* Jesus pissing on a camel. Even under a sweatshirt these things are dangerous.

Random thought: how is it that a big blonde hairdo that even the B-52s wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole can be carried off to full swing and bounce perfection by a tall black man in drag? I mean... Daaah-yum...

I was heading to Manhattan to meet jaicat. Well not exactly, we were both going to the birthday get-together of a friend I hadn't seen in years. And dear Zimmer Swimmer is wonderful and as gorgeous as I remember her. There was much squeeage upon my arrival at the bar where the get-together was happening, and I also got to see jaicat's mom and draxinusom again. Not to mention finally meet the lovely melicitlu, about which Kitty has been yammering for years now. *wave* Incestovalley has a long reach, as a peek into her friends list reveal 2 other degrees of separation other than jaicat.

Heh. Amazing how much more appealing bars get when you ban smoking. I mean, they're still way too loud, but at least breathing is an option, you know? And anyway, the patrons tonight had reason to be loud, I guess - the Yanks/Red Sox game was on three small ghettotastic TVs. (I shit you not, the third one wasn't firing its red or blue properly so the game was brought to the front of the bar in stunning Emeraldvision.) *shakes head* I don't watch baseball on TV, I'd rather watch paint dry, frankly. But even for someone who doesn't follow the game and doesn't give a shit either way about the rabid Sox/Yankees rivalry - oy. I think I bore witness to a thorough assraping. The score was 16-6 Yankees by the time I left the bar, there didn't seem to be much point in watching after that.

Took a cab home at Dad's expense, and was quite thoroughly entertained by the driver (so I'm doubly glad I let the first one go), who was a transplant from Senegal. We chatted a bit about that, since I knew a little about the country, being that one of my favorite French teachers was from there. (I wonder how Monsieur Jean-Baptiste Basséne is doing and whether he's terrorizing yet another generation of UNIS kids by insisting they write raw and relevant poems about sociopolitical issues in perfect French. Hi... we're ELEVEN, kthxaurevoir.) I do like chatty drivers, especially if they make me laugh - goodness knows I tip well for conversation - or for making apologetic and yet complimentary statements about my chest, like the driver in Northampton did once when I was wearing my corset. (he was all like - "wow nice cleavage please don't kill me." It was cute.)

One last random thought. New 42nd Street, formerly Porn Row? Epileptic's worst nightmare. Also bad if you have a tendancy for overstimulation. All that blinky blinky! It's like a bad website from 1997, that's made entirely of animated gifs and the <blink> tag. yikes. However I did see a Sanrio outlet in there amidst the screamage - if I have time before my bus I must go check and see if there is any batz-maru to be had. ah, little scruffy grumpy penguin things from Japan.

Also the Empire State Building was lit in purple tonight and last night, which was awesome! The actual reason is probably lame (possible choices include aforementioned baseball game or the death of a cop/firefighter) but it makes me happy.

T - 13ish hours until my bus roars out of Port Authority. Pray that all connections are made because if I have to spend more than 15 minutes in Springfield I'm going to be one VERY unhappy kitty. But to all concerned - should be roaring back into town 'round 7:45ish.

Bath now.