I'm working on making today's Crap Index fall to the level of "Crap-1".
The fellows downstairs are having some bazillion dollar crisis, so that should get my mind flushed right straight.
My mom got worried because I told her I'd lost 18 lbs. She was all like "That's why you're getting sick, maybe you shouldn't lose any more, some ppl are meant to weigh more." HELLO, I weigh 164 and a half, and I have to hear this from a congenitally skinny person who was three inches taller than me before she shrank in old age, and has weighed under (probably WELL under) 150 for almost all of her entire adult life. Moms, god love 'em, can't live without 'em, but you see what I have to put up with?
The scorpy in me is the scorpy in you.
On an unrelated note, I might pickup a copy of that ol' Spike in Vein rekkid off the Scat site. Maybe gothikfaerie would like one to play at wubble u are you dubble ewe?
I'd quote "Back when we was FAB" except I know that's right now. (Plus my generation associates "Fab" with a detergent. Oh Fab! We're glad! They put Extra-Freshen Borax! In You!! )