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Ow. I brushed the raw!knuckle against something. Likely putting away laundry. Maybe it was a cotton fiber. Or an air molecule. Owwwwwwww.

I hereby give up my Brave New Toaster status

I am hoping to get through tonight with bare skin and salve, and then in the morning bandage the bejesus out of it. The band-aids, they rock. Kisses from mom must be impregnated into band-aids.

I may deserve insomnia.

Ok, I posted this in Bitches over the weekend and didn't get much a response aside from Aimée's clever comment, so I'll try once again here and then I'll shut up. I'm just being so persistent because this is such a life changing issue, I'd really like some personal experiences to go on (albeit from total strangers).

Thanks much.

Avoid the Greyhound station. Sorry Eddie, but that's all I've got.

I've been lusting after a pair of Crocs, but was dubious without trying them on. Maybe I'll go ahead and order a pair now, based on lori's rec.

The Death Clock [link] tells me I'm going to outlive my husband by 4.5 years. Kind of a depressing yet fascinating toy.

And jumping from Death Clock to Wealth Clock, led me to this site, which tries to put Bill Gates' wealth in perspective. The bit where he shouldn't even bend over to pick up money laying on the ground, unless it's about $200 bucks is...amusing?

I know there are lots of hot (if snooty) guys at the tea dances there, but somehow doubt that information will be of much use to you.

Avoid traffic through downtown on the interstate, as gridlock is ferocious?

Eddie, I think there's only a handful of Atlantans amongst the Buffistas. From personal contacts, I've gathered that it's less conservative than the rest of GA, there's a vibrant arts scene, and generally people from other states feel right at home pretty quickly.

I don't know how the public transit stacks up -- I've taken it on my exactly 2 trips to the city and thought it was pretty spiffy, but then I was only on the subway, which of course is limited in its scope. Also -- and I say this as a person who lives and works in areas with large minority populations, so I'm used to seeing a wide variety of people in all parts of my daily life -- I found Atlanta to be way more African-American than I expected (in a good way, mind) so much so that I had a mini-epiphany of what it felt like to be a Minority Person.

In other news, timelies! The garbage has been put out, so the rest of the day is downhill from here, right?

The death clock gives me a life expectancy of 72. Really, if I make it to 65 without my brain popping like an M-80 I'll be pleasantly surprised.

Does it make sense on any planet than an apartment's utilities (aggregated) can balloon from $40/person/month to $200 person/month between summer and winter? I know there is heating and shit, but 5x difference? I am trying to figure out whether the tenants in this place currently hold weekly light shows, or what.

Our gas/heating bill goes from $40 to $200 in the winter, and we are relatively frugal with heat - we turn it off when we go to bed or are out, unless it's craxy cold, and fear the pipes freezing or something. There were actually more days like that last winter than usual. So fucking cold. So, actually, I don't think that's so crazy. If it was electric heat, I think it would be like $400 or so a month, if I recall correctly from my ONE winter with electric heat. Yikes.

Yay for Sheryl and G!

Ow, Cass!

I have never been to Atlanta.

And I am increasingly glad that heat is covered in my rent.

I think that's all.

Atlanta has lots of sprawly suburbs, but I knew a woman who lived in the city and liked it.

Indoor humidity should be between 30 and 50. I know if ours is around 50-55 we can take 80 degrees in the house, but once it gets up to about 60, we're suffering at the same temp.

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