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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 9, 2009 20:46:34 GMT -5
Hey ya'll, I am soooo drunk. I can't feel anything below my ears. I anticipate regrets, I do. Julia, gets hung over being in the same room as a bar, these days.
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Post by Sue on Oct 9, 2009 21:27:43 GMT -5
I made a thread for tonight's Dollhouse. Is anyone still watching it?
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Post by Sue on Oct 9, 2009 21:44:55 GMT -5
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Post by Rachael on Oct 9, 2009 21:59:49 GMT -5
I made a thread for tonight's Dollhouse. Is anyone still watching it? Yes, but I have so little time to post right now. We still watch every week, though....
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 9, 2009 22:15:51 GMT -5
I made a thread for tonight's Dollhouse. Is anyone still watching it? Sort of- last week I didn't until Saturday, because the elder spawn wanted to watch SGU. Julia, not that I comment much; I'm not so commentish these days.
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Post by Queen E on Oct 9, 2009 22:17:31 GMT -5
I made a thread for tonight's Dollhouse. Is anyone still watching it? Oh, god, I'm sorry. I completely forgot to do that, owing to the fact that I can't remember the day of the week anymore.
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Post by lola running by on Oct 9, 2009 22:51:26 GMT -5
I made a thread for tonight's Dollhouse. Is anyone still watching it? I am! I mean, I am when I'm at home! It's DVRing while I'm on vacation.
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Post by Squeemonster on Oct 9, 2009 23:04:18 GMT -5
Hey ya'll, I am soooo drunk. I can't feel anything below my ears. I anticipate regrets, I do. Julia, gets hung over being in the same room as a bar, these days. No regrets yet, though the night is still young. Still drunk. Was feeling less drunk, so I had to correct that and drink more vanilla vodka.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 9, 2009 23:14:22 GMT -5
I anticipate regrets, I do. Julia, gets hung over being in the same room as a bar, these days. No regrets yet, though the night is still young. Still drunk. Was feeling less drunk, so I had to correct that and drink more vanilla vodka. Julia, argh, argh argh...
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 10, 2009 9:47:37 GMT -5
No regrets yet, though the night is still young. Still drunk. Was feeling less drunk, so I had to correct that and drink more vanilla vodka. Julia, argh, argh argh... I had one admittedly largish glass of white merlot, woke up at 3AM and never really got back to sleep. Also Patches started inquiring as to the Sacred Serving of the Breakfast around 5:10. Cats. I'd best go out and do my erranding now, so I can take the Younger Daughter out on her Birthday Book Bash before lunch, so Paul can use my car to pick up my dad's lawnmower (remind me to tell you the Tale of Jim's Lawnmower sometime) before the shop in Buena Park closes for the weekend. And at some point, when Paul and I are in the same room and both awake, he needs to be given his birthday presents.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 10, 2009 12:11:30 GMT -5
Julia, argh, argh argh... I had one admittedly largish glass of white merlot, woke up at 3AM and never really got back to sleep. Also Patches started inquiring as to the Sacred Serving of the Breakfast around 5:10. Cats. I'd best go out and do my erranding now, so I can take the Younger Daughter out on her Birthday Book Bash before lunch, so Paul can use my car to pick up my dad's lawnmower (remind me to tell you the Tale of Jim's Lawnmower sometime) before the shop in Buena Park closes for the weekend. And at some point, when Paul and I are in the same room and both awake, he needs to be given his birthday presents. I was awake from 4:40 on, myself, went back to bed at 8:30 or so but was too cold to sleep, and then had cottonmouth like whoa soI'mup again. Ugh. This was with half a Vicodin, and then three ibu: I ache, good lord, do I ache. Julia, will try a nap again in a while, I expect, after the guys leave for the fall cow workings, stage 1.
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Post by leftylady on Oct 10, 2009 12:27:37 GMT -5
Just now noticed Erin's 2 new reviews of Dollhouse and Angel posted SEp 25th.
<<hangs head in shame>>
Have printed out, will read as soon as can and promise to post thereafter.....
Erin has been a busy girl. ;D
leftylady
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 10, 2009 15:51:56 GMT -5
Also? It's cold here today. I had one utterly necessary load of clothing (eight pairs of tights, for the critical bit) and it felt like I was going to freeze my fingers off. This compared to Wednesday when I was running around in jeans and a white cotton shirt, no socks.
Feels like deer season.
Julia, or, cruising the Bald Hills looking for deer sign the afternoon before opening day.
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Post by Queen E on Oct 10, 2009 15:54:41 GMT -5
Just now noticed Erin's 2 new reviews of Dollhouse and Angel posted SEp 25th. <<hangs head in shame>> Have printed out, will read as soon as can and promise to post thereafter..... Erin has been a busy girl. ;D leftylady Whoa. Even I didn't know they were up! Vlad didn't put a notice on the board, I guess.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 10, 2009 17:44:10 GMT -5
I had one admittedly largish glass of white merlot, woke up at 3AM and never really got back to sleep. Also Patches started inquiring as to the Sacred Serving of the Breakfast around 5:10. Cats. I'd best go out and do my erranding now, so I can take the Younger Daughter out on her Birthday Book Bash before lunch, so Paul can use my car to pick up my dad's lawnmower (remind me to tell you the Tale of Jim's Lawnmower sometime) before the shop in Buena Park closes for the weekend. And at some point, when Paul and I are in the same room and both awake, he needs to be given his birthday presents. I was awake from 4:40 on, myself, went back to bed at 8:30 or so but was too cold to sleep, and then had cottonmouth like whoa soI'mup again. Ugh. This was with half a Vicodin, and then three ibu: I ache, good lord, do I ache. Julia, will try a nap again in a while, I expect, after the guys leave for the fall cow workings, stage 1. Errands were... erranded. I got The Husband an early anniversary present at the new Brea Target - a nice new folding camping chair for better backyard napping birdwatching. The Olbermann bobblehead was a huge hit. I had somehow blocked from my brain the realisation that it was a Talking Bobblehead, and recites three phrases when one pushes the red button on Keith's desk. Too, too silly. The Younger Daughter bought five manga and a calendar of color photos of Rome. Then we went to Cost Plus and stocked up on chocolate seashells, as the large holiday boxes are back. The Husband and I combined our weekend errands and drove to Art Supply Warehouse, then back up Knott Ave to the lawnmower repair shop. I think the foul thing is still in the back of my car; I must remind him to remove it before tomorrow morning, so I can do my TJs run. Anyway, now I can go to Joann's and Michael's tomorrow, which means I can take the Matrix for her smog test and assorted maintenance on Monday, which leaves Tuesday free for last-minute pre-rain running around, or leeway just in case Jax has to keep her overnight, which means I don't have to worry about being carless and unable to transport bus-riding spawn on Wednesday when the first storm of the season is supposed to kick in. *Breathes* Whatever. Me for some decaf tea and spousal birthday pumpkin pie.
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