Note to self: Never wake Raquel

In my defense, I've only pepper-gassed a dog once, and it was rabid and *coming right at me!* And the pepper gas just made it look confused, but long enough that I could get around it. I normally don't attack people or things that wake me up. Normally.

This morning, though, I'd gone downstairs to sleep in the recliner (seems to help with the nausea) and was dreaming that I was in language class and getting increasingly frustrated...and just when I lost my temper in my dream, some books fell over on the bookshelf and woke me up! I just wish I could say they were my Greek language books.

And another skit from Free Association Theater: (pepper gas to tear gas) My husband got tear-gassed on Friday. He had a meeting downtown, and there was a student demonstration going on. The police tear-gassed the students. A group of them got on the metro still reeking of the tear gas, and my husband and his Greek colleague thus got gassed by proxy. For a second they were worried it was sarin gas, but then the Greek colleague said, "Oh, this feels like when I got tear-gassed in college!" So apparently tear-gassing students is a tradition.

Consuela, that is so very cool!

Raquel, ay yi yi yi. I'm glad your DH wasn't too hurt, but sheesh.

I had the choice between a protein shake this morning, and tea and pie.

No surprises there.

one can only get *so* naked

And isn't it fun???

And what would be an appropriate quantity of whiskey to offer someone unused to it if your goal was to help her bear up under severe stress (mostly emotional), but emphatically not to make her obviously drunk?

I have been re-reading Nicholas Nickleby, which is set in about 1825, and every Tom, Dick, Harry and Miss Petowker is revivified and calmed by brandy mixed with hot water. In the case of Miss Petowker (soon to become Mrs. Lilyvick), it calms her so that she needs help standing upright at the wedding. At which point, the "sal volatile" comes out.

every Tom, Dick, Harry and Miss Petowker is revivified and calmed by brandy mixed with hot water.

This is a tradition that should be revived. Although we could skip the hot water. I myself could use some revivification and calming.

and if I was giving scotch to someone for the first time - a little splash of water - it take the edge off , so they don't choke.

It also opens it up. The cask strength I've had, which I'm assuming (if not, ignore me) the stuff from a family distillery would be, has been a little thick. I would've said it tasted like smoky caramel, but I'm not sure that's what I'd have said if it were my first taste of the stuff. I couldn't get anyone else to have a taste, so I can't tell you their reaction.

First time I was given scotch, it was for medicinal purposes, and I thought it tasted like NyQuil but easier to swallow. Probably not a helpful comparison for your heroine, Susan. But I was given it straight, and about a shot of it, and it was for both emotional and physical restoration.

Back at work. bleagh. days off just make me realize that I really do not want to work at all and I especially do not want to work here.

some good news, I am wearing a suit I haven't been able to wear for 6 months (yay mystery size loss) and due to day off, I had oatmeal ready this morning, so a healthy breakfast.

Also, Victor et al....did anyone know that there's a Luchadores cartoon? Mucha Lucha! Tivo was watching it this morning.

Oh, hell yeah. It's been around for maybe 6 months -- it's not as good as I had hoped, but it has its moments. (Particularly the luchadore named Snow Pea -- he's the one in the middle, who looks like, well, a pea pod -- whose signature move is called "The Cuddly Hug of Friendship," and who can only say his own name, much like Pikachu.)

Yay msbelle on the quasi-new suit wearing!

I'm feeling really uninspired, workwise, at the moment. Love the job yadda yadda, but still. There's a beach somewhere in the Caribbean right now that absolutely fails to have me on it, and that's just wrong.