Calla, I get email notification when people post comments to my LJ, so I know when you try, but often your comments come up blank. I dunno why. Maybe your work computer won’t let you post?

Ginnie tells me Buck got a cell phone over the weekend and has already phoned her a dozen times. He called me twice yesterday and asked me to come over and check some paperwork he had to fill out. He was uncomfortable enough asking me, I can only imagine he was too embarrassed to ask her. He actually did fine, except for listing my information as co-renter on a new apartment. They only want to know spouse information if your “spouse” is actually living with you.

He has advised us that my wonderful Land Rover is about to take a giant shit. The tires are crap, the struts are gone, the brakes are begging for mercy, it does this loud shimmy thing when we’re cornering, most of the windows are non-functioning and it really needs a bath. Hey, the A/C works fine. So I’m listening for one of those “you owe too much” car ads on the radio (which also works really well) so I can attempt to trade it in. My credit sucks though. I’ll deal with that hurdle after D*C.

Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday. NO matter how you look at it, that word don’t look right.

I made up a preliminary itinerary for D*C. Very few actual panels look interesting to me, but I’m only really going for the parties anyway. I have a bit of worry for my reception among a certain group but if that goes sour I have other places to go. I know who my friends are, I’m just not sure who is still my enemy. Wait, enemy is such a harsh word. I’m not sure who is still pissed at me. Whatever.

Regarding my earlier post: I miss Joe every time I make toast. I have his old toaster which makes crappy half-burnt half-untoasted toast/bagels but I can’t give it up yet. Ginnie is getting perturbed so I’ll have to dump it soon. And whenever anyone mentions him I get the urge to go make toast. Silly huh?