Ok. But, I'm gonna go to bed soon, 'cause I have to be at work at 10am.

I have to be at WORK! Boy, does that feel kind of nice to say.

WOOHOO!

I'm crabby and need someone to take it out on.

Fay's Evil Boss - one nut will shrivel up and his left eye will only work on Holy Tuesdays.

Cindy's German Theives - They are hereby unable to dance to anything but "Mandy" and "The Macarena". Techno makes them squawk like a chicken.

Who else? Let me at em.

Aimee, I'm in a mood to cause violence, too. Want a partner?

To be warned, while I come out punching, at some point I'll probably get hit by a wave of unexpected mopey. I'll end up rocking on the ground, moaning "Why? Why?". I don't know, maybe it can be a distraction or something.

Another reason I love the automatic checkouts at the grocery store: when I go in at 9 pm in sweats and buy an entire pie and a bag of gummy bears, I don't gots to explain nothin' to no one.

You should never be embarrassed by pie.

We won first place at trivia tonight and I'm excited because the answer to the final big question was "The Merry Wives of Windsor." I don't otherwise find my knowledge of Shakespeare useful in everyday life.

But 99% of my crushes are either lesbians or bisexual

Well, the bisexuals need not be a problem for ya....

credit fraud.800 dollars.Discotheque.Italy.

Oh Cindy! I hope it gets resolved easily!!

Fuckit. Come visit anyway!

Heh. I'm all for coming back to visit you, hon!

Fay, your evil boss is on crack, and I think you need a good lawyer. Becuase paying you for June or no, he DEFINITELY owes you those first months of work, damn!

'm conscious that (a) I ticked a box indicating I would be renewing my contract, and then turned around and said I wouldn't after all

Did you sign that paper anywhere? If not, how can he prove HE didn't tick the box? I mean, really. If he's going to be an ass about hte contract, you could be an ass right back...

I would NOT want to provide my fingerprint for library access. I mean--that would also mean someone could probably get ahold of your fingerprint info for either police-type purposes, or for some sort of evil purposes (not that I'd approve of it for the police-type purposes either--I don't plan to commit any crimes, but I don't wnat the police having any info about me that I don't want them to have)

Connor Prairie (north of Indy) rocks and I would love to work there.

Hee--I remember going there on fieldtrips in elementary school

Bardot A Go Go (last one was in April, I guess)

I went to one of these with David! I had a swingin' dress, man!

(Oh, and that craigslist thing I linked to last night? Not only wasn't me, but I got a super mean and bitchy response that made me want to cry. Damn them! I was all hoping I had a secret admirer!)

I'm surprised you don't...maybe she's shy, but out there someplace.

I had a swingin' dress, man!

She totally did. She came ready to go go. In fact, as I recall, she megascored no less than two super groovy vintage 60s dresses for about $4 each in DC before she came out. And she made a fab hairband out of the hem of one dress which needed shortening.

The next day we dressed her up in RenFaire garb and went to see JZ.

It was kind of a Let's Dress Up Meara Weekend.

Everyone needs one of those.

I want a Dress Erin Up and Go Dancing Weekend. Maybe I'll have enough money to fly somewhere fab for Halloween...or New Year's in Vegas!

It's being a day in medical land.

First off, the brilliantly mad Chinese electrocardiologist says he'll be fine. And he did apologize for burning a hole all the way through the wall of my husband's heart. Apparently Hubby has thin walls.

Anyway, poor Dr. Hwang was already running late from another tricky patient before Hubby went in for his turn. What was supposed to take three hours took five hours, and the only waiting room was invaded by loud pre-teens whose mother kept trying to distract them with American Idol. I think I'd rather listen to Jerry Falwell that watch American Idol, which has the double downfall of being American Idol and being on Fox. I could at least console myself that Falwell is going to get a big surprise when he comes up before St. Peter.

Hubby had four places in the left rear chamber of his heart that were short circuiting. Dr. Hwang lasered those places, but the extra thin part broke through. Hubby's stable, but they had to put a lot of anesthesia on him since he's a big guy and he doesn't like being put out. I'm headed back to the hospital to see if he's more awake yet, because he's not going to be at all happy to wake up in Cardiac Intensive Care. That was one of his big reliefs, when we went up to the regular Cardiac floor instead of the CCU section.

Thank god I work for a company that won't even blink when I say, "Sorry, I won't be attending that workshop, get me the workbook and the handouts."