Note to my dad: er, thanks for letting me know I could join the Daughters of the American Revolution. I think that the comedy value of being a member of this organization while living in London cannot be overstated, but, despite this, I don't really feel inclined to join as I don't know what the purpose of this group actually is. (My guess is that it's about trying to feel superior to other people, and, since I grew up white trash, that is not really my bag.)
Dear everyone who lets rooms in St. Ives: thanks for nothing, since that's what you've got available. I'm sure this is all a deliberate plot to keep me from spending any more money.
Note to my cousin: of course when you send me something called an "Amber Alert" I think you're passing on some news about my sister. I hope my response to seeing a picture of a lost tot in America is appropriate.
Oh mighty NHS deities: what appointment on June 25th? I had an appointment? I thought you were going to send me a letter telling me when my next appointment was, and I didn't get one - so you just discharged me? What is up with the whole "calling people to check about their appointments" thing? Is that just an American thing? And if I set up an appointment, why don't I remember doing it?
To James LeMaster (firstname.lastname@example.org) at RedTech: sure, I'd love to chat with you about your needs for a Technical Support Analyst at Microsoft (Redmond campus). Any day you're free to meet me near my office off High Holborn, I'd be pleased to join you - just let me know what your availability is.
To Orange: DeadJournal is not an "over 18" site any more than LJ is. Give me a break.
Tonight: enchiladas, and, I suspect, Brass!