The SDMB is now offically larger than the entire population of Liechtenstein!

Oh... tired.
So very tired.
I did, after all, go into town today, only it was with my mother, so less fun than it would otherwise have been. Obviously, couldn't go near Quiggins. Or anywhere remotely fun.
No, that's unfair. We did do some things that were fun. Eat sandwiches, for example. I'm not saying the day sucked, because it didn't. I'm just like this because I'm tired and cranky. I actually bought a couple of things... pretty black strappy top thing, and red cotton hoodie. I wanted to buy jeans, but didn't. And when I say jeans, I mean non-bootleg, non-flare, non-baggy, non-bleached, non-funkily-embroidered, non-frayed, non-tasseled, non-non-non. So I went to Gap. Picked up a pair of indigo classic jeans, and tried them on. Size 8, regular length, and I looked like Jonah in a blue denim whale. I don't want to buy kid-size jeans, so I'm not entirely sure what to do about that. May just wait until I'm in the States. Although, I don't know why that will help. Pedar always advises me to buy everything I want across the pond to avoid the Great British Rip-Off. Having said this, he forgot to get me boots when he was in Savannah.

I also bought a Mother's Day card and helped Pedar pick out a bouquet of pink roses. I hid the card successfully - inside my copy of the Hitch Hiker's Guide, natch - but the roses were less simple to conceal so in the end we just gave them to her today. She was delighted. She was less delighted when the cream cakes we bought turned out to have been crushed in transit and transmogrified into "cake chutney," in her words.

I also meant to buy an October Project album today, but I forgot completely. Ah, well, that means I have money, and as I owe cucharita money, that's always good. My mother is wonderful about paying for stuff, I'll say that for her. She finds it a personal affront if her daughter pays for anything in her presence. She also understands my pathological hatred for asking for money, so she gives it to me without my asking. If she didn't do that, I think I'd be permanently peniless. Even if I've actually worked for money, I can't ask for it.

Later on, my parents went out. One of my mother's friends is having a dinner party, so they took some lilies and went. And I am here, all alone, but happier being so. Peace and quiet. I watched M*A*S*H in relative peace, and it was the only episode I've seen so far that deals literally with homosexuality, so I was paying attention. Oddly, they never use the word "gay," but I'm sure it was in use in 1973. Anyway... Hawk and Trap were trying to save a guy from a dishonourable discharge by guilt-tripping Frank, but what they were planning wasn't clear from the start, so I (of course) found myself hoping against all odds that they'd just grab each other and then...

Well, you know what then. Sadly, they didn't. It was a sweet, slashy episode, and exceptionally daring for 1973, but dammit, the subtext grates. Why don't they ever just give in to their (fucking) obvious feelings?

[At which point I feel compelled to apologise to geekgirlofdoom, who warned me never to say "fucking" in relation to Hawkeye and Trapper]

After that... I ate something, forget what, and did Physics and stared into space. Wanted to watch Jonathan Creek but it wasn't on. Why was that?

Beyond that, I have no wisdom to impart. Except... I found this highly amusing.
The SDMB is now officially larger than the entire population of Liechtenstein!

[Edit: I have edited this post four times for spelling mistakes. I need sleep]