Seth Cohen's Journal

I don't know what else to say.

Sam: (blithers at me for about five minutes on Sonic, Chuck, and all things speedster-specific related to media he enjoy)
Me: Sam, please leave me alone. I'm just trying to cool off.
Sam: Have you put your new bed together yet?
Me: No.
Sam: Are there beds bigger than a king-size bed?
Me: Yes.
Sam: Do you fit in them?
Me: Yes. But I fit in a king-size bed, so why would I need a bigger bed?
Sam: Are you bigger than a king?
Me: Probably.
Sam: Then why don't you need a bed bigger than a king-sized bed?
Me: Get out.

I have the common cold. It of course has turned me into a big whiny baby. Waah.

Karen's away this weekend, but that has no relation to what's going on with me. I have no energy. I'm not certain what's going on, but I just can't seem to get started. Yesterday wasn't as bad - the kids were fairly self-motivating and self-occupying, and are mostly the same today. I got up at 6, gave Sam medicine, and went back to bed. I got up again at 9, and at 10, and when I got up at 10 I decided it would be good if I was actually awake. Well, It's approaching 11, and I just don't have any get-up-and-go. There's cleaning to do, and I'm sure I'll get to it at some point, but I augmented myself at 10:30 am with pain medicine and caffeine, and I'm not certain that they did anything. I'm just tuckered.

Calling all cat lovers. This is Pipsqueak. According to her recent vet visit, she's in good health. However, she is still a cat, and that means she can't come with us when we move. Can anyone give her a good home?

https://plus.google.com/101657952118908696352/posts/eZV7cXJ4yFV

I need help. I have a cat that I can't keep. Would anyone like a loveable, neutered, declawed male cat who is about 9 years old? This is Nibbler, and his health is good...but not everyone can breathe around him. Help?

I made it back from the airport to where I stay in Philly. But only barely. I don't think my ten year old car will make it 150 miles home tomorrow. So, first thing tomorrow? Finding an auto mechanic who will try to heal my Honda.

Again, not a statement about LiveJournal, but since my smartphone is an Android and my main email is Gmail, I can upload to Picasa from my phone as a minimum of actions and then post to G+ from there most easily. I still haven't updated FB for this album or, for that matter, for the last post I made here.

https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/101657952118908696352/albums/5895276347410932417

In this album, the kids are mostly with Sandy and Shirley at the beach. I'm in Asheville and Sandy texted me these pictures. I am so happy they're having fun.

So I will simply point you to my G+ posts: https://plus.google.com/u/0/101657952118908696352/posts

My most recent posts are public, but others are friends-only. If you're on G+ and haven't found me yet, I'm findable.

This is not a statement about Livejournal in any way - it's a statement about me and being tired. I hope you enjoy the pictures of the kids.

Where Robert Smith could be introduced to an entirely different rock icon, who could then take credit for creating Smith's band. That icon? Dr. Love, of course. "The first step of the cure is...a kiss!"