(I remember for my mom's fortieth birthday my dad wrapped a brick with plane tickets to go see her favorite cousins taped to it. When we handed her the box and asked what she thought it was, she said, "Uff da, it feels like a brick!" And it was. There's no fooling us! We are experienced present-shakers.)
The last few days have featured pretty bad vertigo-related nausea off and on. Whee. I am not only bored of how bad it's been but bored of talking about how bored I am of it, so...yah. Other stuff, posthaste. markgritter and I are taking Robin and Lillian (and their dad!) to the Science Museum's special effects/Star Wars exhibit anyway. We will get me a wheelchair, and I will sit outside the OmniMax theater with a book while they watch the movie, since I am not able to watch regular movie theater screens, much less IMax shows that are intended to make people vertiginous. I am determined to have a good time, and I think the others are as well. porphyrin and timprov told us to have fun in their absence, and I'd hate to disappoint them.