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.

heh. I don't know a cat who doesn't like to play in the poison cabinet!

I am, unfortunately, catless due to the extreme fees my apartment complex puts on owning pets ($250 non-refundable deposit + $20/month). Stupid apartment rules.

I colored my hair and had it colored. My doc said as l could take the fumes, baby would be fine. Just to toss my hat in.

We used to find Elliot sitting in my stock pots at the old place. He likes to sit in things. Boxes, pans, bags...Such a freak.

We go to check out the daycare center we really want today. It's a Montessori school. No tv's, fab teacher:infant ratio, and they begin teaching from the get go. As early as 6 weeks. It's gonna be really hard to let someone not me or Joe take care of her. NOT looking forward to it AT ALL.

Oh, shit.

Remember my friend who was in Thailand but inland?

His sister just got in touch with his manager. He was supposed to be going to Phuket for the holidays. Nobody's heard from him since. Now they're trying to track down what village his Thai wife came from in hopes that that family may have heard something.

Oh, gods, Betsy ...

edit: I saw the name, I did.

Oh shit Betsy.