Timelies, all.

I'm in an odd mood. I don't feel sick, but I don't feel completely altogether, either. I'm not crabby, but I'm not perky or anything.

I am just kind of blah.

This is very aggravating.

I have cramps of doom today. So much that I feel like I need to throw up. Advil has been consumed and is making a small dent.

I love flexeril!

My back is much better today (I started the meds on Tuesday) and so much so that I called the Doctor's office and they suggested that I could start stepping back the amount I am taking.

THis makes me happy because I feel like I am already taking too many pills and today, my meds have given me an upset tummy. (Apparently, I should have had my breakfast before taking my meds.)

My cramps are not so much of doom as of annoyance. I am, in fact, on no pain killers at all. But that is at least partially because I don't know where they are.

There's a moment when you instininctively lunge to grab something where your brain says "No! That's gonna hurt! Let it fall" but your body is already launched that is perfect Greek tragedy.

So, we had dinner and drinks with Tom's boss and his very glamorous and sophisticated wife, and I am trying not to feel stupid and unclassy and plain. It's all so hard in hindsight. You never remember the witty stuff you said.

Aimee, Ima join you in the blah corner. We will blind the world with blah. Or something that starts with B. Bore? Bedevil? Bemuse?

Glad to hear that backs are feeling better.

t whirls into thread

t remembers is in Texas

t two-steps into thread

Timelies!

I am still completely floating about getting the job finally.

Details are:
90 days through my agency chick, of which more than 30 have been fulfilled, so I change paychecks in mid-July but I have been working there a month already and have been taking on my new responsibilities for the past few weeks.

Then hired at the salary I almost wanted with a six-month review where, so long as I am still as fabulous as they already know I am, I get brought up to the salary I do actually want.

I have petted the Letter of Intent rather a lot. Though I haven't been calling it George. I should call it anti-Bill cause it will help slay them.

We saw Serenity last night (in the black leather pants of eeeeeeeeevil thanks Brenda! ). And briefly met Heather and Mr. Heather (they were sitting right in front of us and also parked next to us, which is most amusing because I was looking for them the whole long time we were waiting in line and I needn't have bothered since the 'verse smooshed us together on its own.)

I am at the library, borrowing one of their Internets, and a little clock counting down time is making me feel like I Have To Say Everything Right Now!

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Basically, thank you all for the ~ma and support. This last year has been so many kinds of horrible for me and it feels like a major weight has been lifted. I just feel so much better than I have in months and months and months...

You all have really helped me get from there to here, and you helped me survive there. I can't even explain how much I appreciate both of those things.

Miss Nora, you are SO not unclassy and plain. As a matter of fact, I'd describe you quite the opposite.

I've been to the quilt store (where I was VERY good and only bought what I need for this quilt. I got a fabulous confetti fabric as the accent and a few more fat quarters.

I also had to take Rachie to the vet. Poor guy is having an ultra sound on his heart today. There's something wrong. Here's to hoping it's nothing too serious.

ETA:

This is the accent fabric I got (except that background is a light purple, rather than vanilla): [link]

Congratulations, Cass! I'm glad you're doing so well!

So glad things are getting better Cassieleatherpants, but I'ma gonna snuggle you anyway.