Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Warning!
MIRAPEX tablets are indicated for the treatment of moderate-to-severe primary Restless Legs Syndrome (RLS).
MIRAPEX may cause you to fall asleep without any warning, even while doing normal daily activities, such as driving. When taking MIRAPEX, hallucinations may occur and sometimes you may feel dizzy, sweaty or nauseated upon standing up. The most common side effects in clinical trials for RLS were nausea, headache, and tiredness. You should talk with your doctor* if you experience these problems.
* or local police officer.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Snagged from Nineteen Sixty Eight...
You're Mother Night!
by Kurt Vonnegut
Nobody knows what to believe about you, and you know least of all. You
spent most of your time convinced that the ends justify the means, but your means were,
well, downright mean! And the end is nigh. Meanwhile all you want is to travel back in
time, if not to change, then to just delight in the way it used to be. You are who you
pretend to be. Oh yes, you're the great pretender.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Senators kick Canadiens' arse
What a shame, though. I remember the last big win for the Canuks in 1992. We drove through the streets honking the car horn. The team is now a shadow of its former self.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Ow my eyes hurt.
MANY MANY WISHES TO KATE, WHO IS my craziest friend ever.
I love her tiny squeaky voice to bits.
She will hate me for this, I know.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
The Old Boys
Whilst in his apartment, his nemesis the property manager arrived at the door and, to my utter amazement, they proceeded to have a civil conversation, which I figured was mostly because I was between them and preventing eyebrow ripout.
But no, we adjourned to the upstairs lounge (an indoor "perk" enjoyed by those who don't have a real outdoor balcony -- ask me which one I'd prefer?) and the boys, the old coughing boys, sat down to an apparently decent convo. I sat with them for precisely 20 minutes then rose, saying, "I am starving. I must make myself dinner." (Which was true. I'd had a great lunch but was... faint with hunger, some days are like that. But also, there is only so much I can take of these old dudes. They are... not in my age or my class. There, I said it. They just aren't. We get along for weather and stuff, but that's about it.)
As I stood on the edge of the stairs, I looked at them sitting companionably and asked, "Hey, didn't you guys used to totally hate each other and not talk at all?"
One of them answered, "Check my voice mail, 0317, you'll understand."
So I did, when I got home.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
About female suicide bombers
— Remote-controlled explosives strapped to two mentally retarded women detonated in a coordinated attack on Baghdad pet bazaars Friday, Iraqi officials said, killing at least 73 people in the deadliest day since the U.S. sent 30,000 extra troops to the capital last spring.
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