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cimoreneMsscribe returns. Basically it was all the nanny's fault. Two f_w artistes provide helpful filks to the tune of the themesong from The Nanny. What a way to start the day!
In other news, brunch is off, but I'm feeling blah about that anyway. Last night I spent way too many hours trying to make the sewing machine work and finally had a fit of panic at supper time until Mom, of course, fixed it inside five minutes. Meanwhile I took half a mg of xanax, and then forgot about it and drank a margarita. Then I woke Mom at midnight to ask how much alcohol was in it and spent a while googling (and trying to stay awake). It seems that 1mg with alcohol can certainly kill you and one anecdote concerned 1mg + 3 whiskey shots = coma. Mom said it was more like the quantity of one shot, but I was still a little nervous about possible comas (even through the sleepy haze of multiplied tranquiliser) and dragged a mattress into my sister's room to sleep in the vague hope that she would notice if I happened to fall into a coma after all. Nothing happened, though.
I ate about half a jar of spicy salsa and a half a bag of Tostito's yesterday, and cupsful of goldfish crackers. I think that snackfood might actually be what I miss most about this place when I'm gone.
In other news, brunch is off, but I'm feeling blah about that anyway. Last night I spent way too many hours trying to make the sewing machine work and finally had a fit of panic at supper time until Mom, of course, fixed it inside five minutes. Meanwhile I took half a mg of xanax, and then forgot about it and drank a margarita. Then I woke Mom at midnight to ask how much alcohol was in it and spent a while googling (and trying to stay awake). It seems that 1mg with alcohol can certainly kill you and one anecdote concerned 1mg + 3 whiskey shots = coma. Mom said it was more like the quantity of one shot, but I was still a little nervous about possible comas (even through the sleepy haze of multiplied tranquiliser) and dragged a mattress into my sister's room to sleep in the vague hope that she would notice if I happened to fall into a coma after all. Nothing happened, though.
I ate about half a jar of spicy salsa and a half a bag of Tostito's yesterday, and cupsful of goldfish crackers. I think that snackfood might actually be what I miss most about this place when I'm gone.
