The Inmates Run the Asylum

So, yeah, if you'd like to order Rejected through Lulu, you can save 25% by using the code BUYMYBOOK305.

In related news, after I posted my book links on Facebook yesterday (individual post for each link because if Facebook lets you do more than one link in a post, I don't know how to do it), someone on my friends list posted that the people "selling stuff on here" need to take it somewhere else.

So you know I just HAD to post a fresh link with this coupon offer today.

My apologies. I don't have the drama or Jesus preaching to post on my Facebook. I've just got to work with what I have.

I've thought about creating my own page on Facebook, but at this point I don't see it being worth my while. For now I think I'll just stick to broadcasting on LJ, Twitter, and pissing off my Facebook friends.

Maybe if they bought my stuff, I'd shut up. I bet they never thought of that.

I wouldn't shut up. But they still never thought of it.

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I thought they already did.

Ba dum bum.

My holiday plans have been set. Only two Christmases this year.

23rd will be Christmas with Mom, Stepdad, nieces, and grandparents. No Christmas on the 24th. Christmas on Christmas with Dad, Papa, Aunt Jo, Nancy, Jake, and anyone else who shows up (maybe Aunt Ruby and Uncle Harry; they put in an appearance last year).

And since the girls will be staying home on Christmas (between Hammie's diabetes and Howlin' Mad Smurf's meds for her overactive adrenal gland, Mom's not letting any of them out of their plastic bubble for the holiday), that'll be even less driving I have to deal with.

Yes, I'm a horrible person. I'm okay with my nieces not going to Christmas because it means I don't have to drive more. Also, we can stay and play cards longer.

I know. Santa is totally skipping my house again this year.

I've got several friends over on the Facebook that I went to school with back in the day. A couple of them I barely remember and a few I don't know why they friended me because they were more my sister's friends than mine and I didn't even know they knew me.

One of those latter type friends messaged me during my great Internet outage. I finally got back to him (after I remembered who he was; he changed his last name for some reason, but when he told me his old last name, I remembered him...sort of) and we messaged back and forth a bit. And then he asked me if I had ever been married or was dating anyone.

So I got Carrie involved because that question confused me. I mean I know I've never been married and I know I'm not dating anyone, but why does he want to know?

Carrie explained that since he's my age and recently divorced, he's probably fishing to get back into the dating game. And I started whining "Why me?" because really, why me? If we had interacted more back in school, maybe I could see it, but I don't even remember hanging out with him much. (And I have resisted the urge to text my sister and ask her if I hung out with him via her because that happened a lot in high school. I think she's sick of me asking her why I know these people that friend me.)

After some discussion, I answered him. He asked why I was single. I asked Carrie if he thought he was doing an expose for Hermit's Magazine. Whaddya mean, why?

Again more discussion. Again, I answered him. I told him I'd taken myself out of the dating scene a few years ago (true) and that it wasn't a real high priority for me right now (sort of true; better than saying I'm lazy). Then I switched the topic.

He followed my switch, let my single status go, and I thought we were done.

Then he asked if I got up to Bloomington much and I realized that he hadn't given up. So once again I answered him honestly and told him that I get up there occasionally because I've got family up there.

And then he said that we should get a drink sometime? The question mark was his, not mine.

So, I said, yeah, maybe sometime.

And I've not heard from him since. Apparently, kinda sorta saying yes, but not really committing to anything was just too much for him. Or it was a turn off. I don't know.

I'm just glad this all played out online and not in person. Trust me, I am waaaaaaay worse in person than I am online. At least online I can get a second opinion before I commit to making an ass of myself.

I fully admit to backdating this entry so I can keep up my posting streak in order to hit a year straight. I have come too far to screw up now.

At least I'm only an hour late, rather than a day. That makes me less of a cheater.

Honest. It does.

Temperatures this weekend are going to be ten to twenty degrees cooler than they should be for this time of year, more like September than July.

It's all because of a Canadian high pressure system parked over the middle of the country.

I just bought strawberry cheesecake ice cream today and now I'm too chilly to eat it.

Thanks a lot, Canada. *shakes fist*

I don't have to explicitly point out that I'm joking, right?I've melted off all of the delicate snowflakes from my flist by now, haven't I?

Carrie broke my computer chair. Again. I am sitting askew because Dad made dinner instead of fixing it (which I will not complain about because I got fed).

Carrie says she doesn't do it on purpose, but this is the third time she's broken it.

I suspect a plot.

I'm not sure what kind of plot, but there's a plot.

Oh, yes.

I cannot be fooled.

If you can't tell, I'm entertaining myself this Saturday night.

A little while ago Carrie told me the first case of swine flu has been reported in IL. I'm guessing in Chicago because that's a major travel hub.

But the news got me thinking...

I don't remember ever having a flu pandemic when I was a kid. I don't remember schools closing because of the lizard flu or most public places being off limits due to the bottle nose dolphin flu or people wearing masks because of the armadillo flu.

Maybe I was too young to remember, but I'm pretty sure we never had one when I was a kid.

I'm feeling kinda gyped here. At the very least, between the swine flu and the teabaggers, my current events class would have had a field day. It would have been like open mic night at the comedy club.

We all would have ended up getting kicked out of the class, but it would have been worth it.