Timelies-

Sorry about my mini pity party yesterday. I don't know what I was doing posting while training. My brain is obviously suffering from thie stupid 5 day work week.

And, *dammit*. Remember how I was celebrating my victory over UTIs earlier in the week? Remember that? DAMMIT. I think I've got one going right now. Dammit.

Hooray for the Teppy dream mystery being revealed! And, I had other stuff to say. I'm tired. And cranky, for reasons stated above. Oh, well. What can I say, my bladder and hubris are in cahoots.

ETA: vw, one can totally have champagne without doing the toasting thing. I generally think of it like sparkling wine is one of my favorite wines, and it doesn't have anything to do with toasts or the like. Also, Trader Joe's has a nice prosecco, if you're buying in bulk for a party. It's between $6-7/per bottle.

{{{Nora}}} somehow I missed the pity. I'm sorry about the UTI; at least they're much farther apart than they were, and this could be your last one. That would be good.

Oh, Nora, that's totally sucky about the UTI! I'm so sorry.

Also,

vw, one can totally have champagne without doing the toasting thing. I generally think of it like sparkling wine is one of my favorite wines, and it doesn't have anything to do with toasts or the like. Also, Trader Joe's has a nice prosecco, if you're buying in bulk for a party. It's between $6-7/per bottle.

Good to know! (on both accounts) I'm actually glad I was wrong about the toast thing. I was gonna make Emily give the toast for her own party, and she was like, uh huh! And I was all, but I don't know what to say! And she was all, who needs a toast anyway?

And she was all, who needs a toast anyway?

It's true. There may be spontaneous toasts, but you know, we'd do that with coca-cola. No need to worry.

There may be spontaneous toasts, but you know, we'd do that with coca-cola. No need to worry.

Hee! Ok. It's gonna be a champagne with ice cream cake kind of night. Should be much fun.

It's gonna be a champagne with ice cream cake kind of night. Should be much fun.

Totally! Whee!

Man, I feel like crap today. I must have slept all bent like a pretzel because my shoulders and neck are all sore. Plus, I just feel generally off. Not exactly nausea -- just bad and wrong. Also, tired. So, I don't understand why I keep waking up at 4:15 am when I am so frelling tired.

Coffee isn't helping because I'm also feeling very very thirsty.

Want to go home.

Gronklies!

Cass appears to have been all alone in her insomnia. I only had 10 messages to catch up to this morning.

I think I missed Cass by ten minutes. I had the brainpower to click refresh but not to post. I was watching Romeo is Bleeding then finished off the first of the Robin Hobb farseer books.

I should be able to fake it til I make it today. I have a few things to get done and with the aid of the brew of the magic bean, it will be no problem.

On the upside, the security ID for work that I thought I had lost turned up in the last place I looked. After two sweeps of my entire possessions, it was in the pocket of a pair of pants I haven't worn for three weeks.

My OB would end up in a fist fight with Plei's OB. He said not to worry about the fumes in the salon, but was a nay-sayer even about the sort of highlights where they put the plastic cap on you, and pull your hair through with a crochet-like hook, therefore keeping the dye off your skin. And he is young, so it's not like this was something he learned before the earth cooled.

My fume info isn't from my OB, it's from various other medical sources and research. (See, this is what happens when one has a family full of nurses. One snags their books and magazines.)

I strongly suspect part of the difference is that my young, blonde, female OB (who has had children of her own within the last five years, and also learned these things long after the earth cooled) is, well, young, blonde (no way it's natural), and has had children of her own within the last five years.

The one thing I did stop doing altogether? Painting my nails.

Oh. Dear.

The door to the cabinet under the sink in the kitchen doesn't close all the way. It's just one of the little quirks about this apartment. Not a big deal. Whatever. Well, I just caught Bastet fully in the cabinet...where we keep all the cleaning supplies and whatnot. Jeesh. I think I'm gonna have to get a child-lock to put on it. It can't be good for her to be in there. She's such a curious little thing.