Wally report. I've emailed the actuarial student, and she's read it. I figure I have the inside running; she has an exam coming up, and so the only dates she can manage are study dates. Her exam is in stochastic modelling; guess what I was doing in Philadelphia for four years?
I like her profile, she demanded of anyone who contacted her that they give at least one good reason for doing so (her looks don't count as a good reason). I did note that I thought this was a great way of getting compliments, but actually I'm reasonably impressed that she has a strong sense of self-worth. (Of course, I'm not chopped liver, so I asked her for the same in return. Helping her with her exam isn't a good reason. Nor is "You started it", though it'dd make me laugh.)
In addition, I got back to a woman who emailed me last week, suggested we meet up sometime. It'll have to be after this weekend though, because of my nephew's birthday. I also have to send a reply to one grooveytoosh, the quality of whose toosh I have as yet been unable to confirm, as she doesn't have a picture up. And there's another woman who's been trying to call me for a few days, I sent her an email suggesting she give me her number instead. Though really, it's actuarial student about whom I have the best feeling right now.
Aside from contacts already on the go, I think I'll leave things until I'm back from Canberra. Oh, except I've signed up for another speed dating event on the 24th (this one's free, because I participated in one of their surveys). But that's it. I swear.
Oh, by the way, I got an email from a woman who's just moved down from Sydney, and is looking for a booty call within her area code. It's pretty clearly a mass email (it starts off 'Hey guy'), but was still not at all what I expected to find in my inbox.
Back from the doctor's office. As I suspected, he told me to go home and keep it elevated. It's not swollen, so I don't need ice. DH is going to run out and get my prescription anti-inflammatories in an hour or so.
Right now, I'm mostly bored out of my skull and saying "motherFUCKER" every time I take a step, or cross my legs, or move my left knee at all. (My back gets cranky if I don't cross my legs after a while, so it's either deal with the knee pain or feel like I need to rip my spine out and stretch it. I'm splitting the difference right now.)
So. Bored. Still in pain.
Happy Birthday, Robin!
Happy Birthday Katie Bee!
Happy Birthday Robin!
Happy Birthday Katie Bee!
Gah! Sorry, accidentally deleted. Yeah, my rib was hurting like the day I broke it this morning. I took a couple of advil, and that took the edge off. My two theories this morning are a) a massive air pressure change came through this morning around the time I woke up, or b) I was coughing pretty hard just before I went to bed, and perhaps I re-cracked the rib.
Considering it's still painful, I'm starting to think the answer is b.
b) I was coughing pretty hard just before I went to bed, and perhaps I re-cracked the rib.
Ooh, that does sound painful. Is there anything you can do, other than sitting relatively still trying not to breathe too hard?
Is there anything you can do, other than sitting relatively still trying not to breathe too hard?
Nope. And, since it's not as debilitating as it was the first time around, and I am poor right now (just before leaving on a six day trip to Texas to meet gf's friends and family), I'm not even going to let it keep me home from work. Which will be hang-and-circuit, meaning I'll have lift things and work with my arms over my head for extended periods. We'll see how long I last.
Happy Birthday, KB!
Happy Birthday, Robin!
Ouch, Jessica. Try not to kick anyone.
Ouch, Sean. Stay away from funny people and try not to sneeze.
And gronk. My hubby's plane was two hours late last night so I got four hours of sleep and I have three meetings today. Yet another reason to hate the airlines.
