Swiped from Anno (thank heavens, cuz honestly... I'm too fried to handle thinking. Bear with me, this should be over next week):
You’re feeling: fried, exhausted, brain dead
To your left: the sliding glass door
On your mind: how to build 150+ webpages in 7 days, AND get the writing duties done that I need to do AND keep on top of current LASR work AND inspire my DD to want to do school when it's gorgeous out AND figure out a way to keep my dog from being a pill AND... well, you get the idea...
Last meal included: cheese... mmmm....
You sometimes find it hard to: sleep more than a few hours at night
The weather: clear, warm and breezy
Something you have a collection of: books, model horses and frogs
A smell that cheers you up: horses
A smell that can ruin your mood: too much car / motorcycle / boat / snowmobile exhaust
How long since you last shaved: yesterday morning
The current state of your hair: short, curly and unruly
The largest item on your desk/workspace (not computer): a book -- "Head First: HTML with CSS & XHTML"
Your skill with chopsticks: Pretty darn good -- it's how I prefer to eat Chinese food
Which section you head for first in a bookstore: romance
Something you’re craving: sleep and time
Your general thoughts on the presidential race: Sometimes I question people's general sanity and wonder why they vote the way they do... but that's not just about this race, it's about ALL political races.
How many times have you been hospitalized this year: none
Favorite place to go for a quiet moment: the garden -- any of them. Weeding is very zen for me.
You’ve always secretly thought you’d be a good: actress
Something that freaks you out a little: that I might be totally screwing up my daughter's psyche -- raising kids is overwhelming sometimes
Something you’ve eaten too much of lately: EVERYTHING -- my behind is not a pretty site right now...
You have never: Traveled to Europe, sadly.
You never want to: see my daughter hurt
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That reminds me of when I used to work at a place called "The Pirahna Room" -- and every Saturday night we'd have 'The Feeding of the Fish'. We didn't have pirahna in our tanks... obviously, since they're illegal to own, but we had someother kind of carnivorous fish whose name escapes me.
I always went away during this time because poor little feeder goldfish would get thrown in a torn to pieces. How sad is it that people loved to watch?
**sigh**
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