I'm sorry Danthat really sucks.

Augh. I am leaving my house in some 36 or 40 hours for my trip and I am SO NOT READY. Ack. And did I try to get ready this evening? No, I went to Barnes and Noble, bought a travel journal I really didn't need that was way overpriced, and spent several hours reading depressing books about gay teenagers who are STILL getting more sex than I am.

AND one of my friends posted in LJ that she had an extra ticket to teh Serenity showing--but she posted it about half an hour after I left work. DAMNIT!

You mean the 10th anniversary gift is not psychic gifts? The brochure totally lied to me!

Juliana, stop, you're scaring me! Don't disillusion me, man!

Turns out this job doesn't come with health insuranc

Oh DAMN, VW. I'm so sorry.

h, and my booty call never called back. I'm not calling him again. If he's interested in my carcass, he can pick up the fucking phone and call me

And he probably will.

It's been AGES. Longest I've gone without since I was 17/18

I think I hate you, Plei.

Yeah, but meara, you in theory get variety.

When two people love each other very much, there's a very special way they show that love. They are very close to one another, and the less tired one agrees to change the baby's diaper. The more tired one finds this so overwhelmingly attractive, that nature takes its course.

Hee! Yep. That's about the size of things.

A, I'm on the mini-pill for now, while I decide on my long-term no baby options.

Daniel, that sucks.

Yeah, but meara, you in theory get variety

Yeah well, the theory to practice ratio is what's killing me, man...

Judge bans divorcing couple from exposing kid to Wiccan religion which both practice.

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This day have I been exposed to the horrors of Badgerbadgerbadger, and to the joy that is the stacking of cats. My life shall never be placid and reasonable again.

It is for this that I got this computer.

Well, they told us it would change our lives.

::leaps 318 posts in a single bound::

Hello Bitches! I really really would love to read everything that's been said, but you know, not gonna happen.

Um... well shit, I have nothing to comment on since I haven't read anything but the Recent page.

::grumbles::

Ok, I'll go back and read... and by read I mean skim.

Hubby's home, very tired, and easily winded. I am very tired and looking forward to the weekend and to a day of normal work tomorrow.

Hubby was looking at his chart at the hospital--he does that a lot, goes out to the nurses station, leans against the wall and pulls his chart out of the rack. When the nurses look uncertain, he tells them no law says he can't look at his own records--and in the surgical report there's a big section of Chinese. We're wondering if that's where Doc describes the oops, because Hubby didn't find anything in the portion he could read.

I'm not the suing sort, especially since Doc was very upset that it happened. He went himself up to the floor Hubby was supposed to be recuperating on to tell them to send his belongings down to CCU. The recovery nurses were shocked to see a surgeon personally running an errand like that.

Amusing note on the chart: "Patient is well educated, curious, and appears to be fully informed," ie, "he knows things didn't go as planned, he knows what and why, so don't bother trying to quick-step around it."

Just woke up from sleeping off rest of hangover. Feel much better, but need soup and more sleep.

I have an interview scheduled for Nordie's on Tuesday! Yeah, job! I need to pay June rent, and I have NO CLUE how this will happen.

Oh, and Booty Call Boy (BCB) called at 9, left message. meara was right! I didn't feel like going anywhere right now (and the thought of having a drink? REEETTTCCCHHHHH.) but he's supposed to call tomorrow night.

Planned booty call? Wow, how nuts.