Had a good day. Was filled with errands, but marvelous company. And I made tacos for dinner. Go, me.aradiachiba
, I have 3 words for you:
alphabetical by otter
And there are several memes I want to do, but... not at the moment. for some reason. and apparently I've lost my capital letters. huh. ;)
So... I have absolutely no train of thought. Damn. I know there was a reason for this post.
My back hurts. ow. owowow. I should maybe get a heating pad or, you know, move.
Meanwhile, watching According to Jim
(not by choice) and reality check, people! 10 year olds are not teenagers. OI.
And did anyone actually ever have that "sex talk" with their parents? Cause I know I didn't. I mean, Mom told me what I needed to know, generally, but mostly? Friends.
Oh, yes, and that reminds me.
Borders bookstore... Self-Help/Recovery/Sex. Yes, the aisle goes like that.
And the other side of the aisle is Psychology/Marriage/Divorce/Incest/Chicken Soup for the Soul.
So what are people's impressions of Roger's rehab/withdrawal/recovery/whatever?
Because Ariel and I have ENTIRELY different ideas as to what happened with April and the drugs and Roger's consequent (or not-so-consequent, as Ariel thinks) rehab. And what role Mark may or may not play in this.
Because now I'm curious. And resisting the urge to research...
Oi. (And let's focus on the play, because the movie... Let's just say my roomie didn't know Roger had AIDS and didn't know what the big deal was with April. And leave it there.)