Reading my flist reminded me that I had a very strange dream last night involving myself, a Victoria's Secret superstore (with a playground in the middle of it), the character Catherine from CSI:, and 
aegeus. Don't ask me.
My car is once again legal. I forgot to get my renewal before my birthday so I had to go get its emissions tested and then pay the lovely tag fee + ad valorum tax to get my little '2005' sticker. Now, they were replacing plates this year, but because the state budget is in such a bad place, they changed their minds around June or July, so the rest of us get to keep our old (prettier!) plates. Hooray for a autumn birthday, I say.
The bad news with that, though, is that if I want a vanity plate whenever we get another car, it will be in the new style. Ah well. I want a vanity plate rather badly. Silly, but eh.
I thought I had an appointment this morning for blood work, so I went upstairs to check last night around 11 pm. Turns out I was wrong, the appointment was yesterday at 11 am. Oops. So now I'm going to have to wait yet again to get my bloodwork done. I'll be lucky if the midwife doesn't think I'm deliberately avoiding bloodwork. I swear to god I'm not.
I feel like I should write something tonight, but I'm just not sure what. We shall see.
If you honestly think Harry, post-OotP, would be consumed by guilt over Sirius's death, please comment and tell me why. I really don't get this tendency to make Harry suddenly feel guilty. Whether or not he SHOULD feel guilty is a different issue, but making a 15 year old look at things that way? I just don't get it. Convince me, if you think you can.
(Of course, if you agree with me, you can tell me that too. :D )
aegeus. Don't ask me.My car is once again legal. I forgot to get my renewal before my birthday so I had to go get its emissions tested and then pay the lovely tag fee + ad valorum tax to get my little '2005' sticker. Now, they were replacing plates this year, but because the state budget is in such a bad place, they changed their minds around June or July, so the rest of us get to keep our old (prettier!) plates. Hooray for a autumn birthday, I say.
The bad news with that, though, is that if I want a vanity plate whenever we get another car, it will be in the new style. Ah well. I want a vanity plate rather badly. Silly, but eh.
I thought I had an appointment this morning for blood work, so I went upstairs to check last night around 11 pm. Turns out I was wrong, the appointment was yesterday at 11 am. Oops. So now I'm going to have to wait yet again to get my bloodwork done. I'll be lucky if the midwife doesn't think I'm deliberately avoiding bloodwork. I swear to god I'm not.
I feel like I should write something tonight, but I'm just not sure what. We shall see.
If you honestly think Harry, post-OotP, would be consumed by guilt over Sirius's death, please comment and tell me why. I really don't get this tendency to make Harry suddenly feel guilty. Whether or not he SHOULD feel guilty is a different issue, but making a 15 year old look at things that way? I just don't get it. Convince me, if you think you can.
(Of course, if you agree with me, you can tell me that too. :D )