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The Dollhouse premiere party I went to last night was delightful, the company excellent, and the pizza (and subsequent dollhouse cake, above) sublime, or at least tasty. That the show itself was problematic only meant that we had more to, um, critique. Then drove back to SF, where I made Valentine's day cookies for my household loved ones, and didn't get to bed until somewhere between one and two.
And awoke to find that I was everyone's Valentine, and to find that I have a stomach bug. Thus far I have been spending my time pretty much divided between the bathroom and my bed, but everyone seems to be okay with that except me. If I had been offered the opportunity to loll around today eating Valentine bon bons I would doubtless feel guilty; this way I at least feet entitled to be a lump.
And awoke to find that I was everyone's Valentine, and to find that I have a stomach bug. Thus far I have been spending my time pretty much divided between the bathroom and my bed, but everyone seems to be okay with that except me. If I had been offered the opportunity to loll around today eating Valentine bon bons I would doubtless feel guilty; this way I at least feet entitled to be a lump.