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ysobelleVery useful: a Reuters "Factbox" on the conflict in Darfur: http://www.reuters.com/article/latestCrisis/idUSL25234499
I've lost a few pounds. I'm hesitant to start dancing in the streets, but I think the trainer and the nutritionist and, more importantly, the attitude, may be helping, though it's early days yet, still.
Funky Formal is almost entirely paid. Thank G-d. Everything we make now, going forward, pays for rooms, extra food, and next year.
I have today and tomorrow to get all the corsetry I can finished. It'd be easier if half my scheduled work didn't include fuck-ups from fraying fabric and mismatched loops. HATE when that happens. But that's life.
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theresa_grant, currently evacuated in California, and waiting to see if she'll have a home to return to. Even better, she's a big-time realtor, so if anyone's life is going to be 100% affected by this fire shit, it's her. Hell, spare a thought for everyone out there. But not for the poor, sad, sons-of-bitches who set the fires. Perhaps they were just taking practise runs for their own eternities, if you believe in that sort of thing.
"Bush vows to stay the course on Cuba." Isn't a vow supposed to be a good thing? With Bush, it just means "I'm sticking my fingers in my ears and nothing you say's gonna change my mind! I'm not liiistening! NYAH!"
"States set to sue US over emissions." http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/24/nyregion/24emissions.html?_r=1&ref=nyregion&oref=slogin
And Gore wins a Nobel Prize for his work. Yet people like my sister's in-laws watch one documentary on "they myth of global warming," and suddenly they're experts. It's all natural, it's happened before, there's nothing we can do.
My trainer rocks. She does. Her name's Christen Zulli, and if you EVER want a personal trainer, I'll give you her number. She's WONDERFUL. She's also TINY. but she kicks my ass on a regular basis.
I'm going to curl up with my dog-- who woke me up at 5am to tell me she wasn't feeling well, poor thing-- for a brief nap. Then, it's back to the salt mines with me.
I've lost a few pounds. I'm hesitant to start dancing in the streets, but I think the trainer and the nutritionist and, more importantly, the attitude, may be helping, though it's early days yet, still.
Funky Formal is almost entirely paid. Thank G-d. Everything we make now, going forward, pays for rooms, extra food, and next year.
I have today and tomorrow to get all the corsetry I can finished. It'd be easier if half my scheduled work didn't include fuck-ups from fraying fabric and mismatched loops. HATE when that happens. But that's life.
Spare a thought for
theresa_grant, currently evacuated in California, and waiting to see if she'll have a home to return to. Even better, she's a big-time realtor, so if anyone's life is going to be 100% affected by this fire shit, it's her. Hell, spare a thought for everyone out there. But not for the poor, sad, sons-of-bitches who set the fires. Perhaps they were just taking practise runs for their own eternities, if you believe in that sort of thing."Bush vows to stay the course on Cuba." Isn't a vow supposed to be a good thing? With Bush, it just means "I'm sticking my fingers in my ears and nothing you say's gonna change my mind! I'm not liiistening! NYAH!"
"States set to sue US over emissions." http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/24/nyregion/24emissions.html?_r=1&ref=nyregion&oref=slogin
And Gore wins a Nobel Prize for his work. Yet people like my sister's in-laws watch one documentary on "they myth of global warming," and suddenly they're experts. It's all natural, it's happened before, there's nothing we can do.
My trainer rocks. She does. Her name's Christen Zulli, and if you EVER want a personal trainer, I'll give you her number. She's WONDERFUL. She's also TINY. but she kicks my ass on a regular basis.
I'm going to curl up with my dog-- who woke me up at 5am to tell me she wasn't feeling well, poor thing-- for a brief nap. Then, it's back to the salt mines with me.