Be. Nice. To. My. Bitches. I don't know how to use this thing, and I'm liable to set something on fire.

Hee. I vote for Jack Bauer to talk Kristin down. National security is at stake!

Meanwhile, and this doesn't mitigate any of the other crap a-going on right now, but the Universe seems to have decided I get to be on top of the ferris wheel for a bit. It's even a lovely clear day outside. On a clear day you can see forever, you know. Or AS' office building, anyway.

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But I've often suspected it of being a placebo.

Oh good. I can banish all thoughts of "Ooooh, It's Sooooo Bad" then for the night.

We were at about a 7 earlier on the OmiGodPain Scale at times but consistently only a 5-5.5.

And now about a 3, where 3 is kicked in the gut cramps and backache where you get dizzy when you stand and want to hurl from the pain but you can technically take it and you know that actually digging your stomach out with a spoon would hurt more.

I don't want it to get worse because last time I hurt worse (IBS) I went to the ER and was given Demerol which was teh ugh. It knocked out the pain but brought on the paranoid.

There should be a note on my chart, Demoral (I am trying out different spellings, choose the one that isn't wrong) bad, try something else. I mean, it's not a deadly allergy note but it really sucked in my brain for a while there.

Back has gone back to the fizzy tingley thing. It doesn't so much hurt when it does this as freak me the hell out.

Flexoril, on the other hand, is Teh Shit. It fucking rules.

I am resolved -- if I don't get to actually have a doctor look at this tomorrow and, as righteous as my indignation is, I don't think there is any chance of getting that far with the benefits fiasco -- I am calling and getting a script for Flexoril tomorrow. I'll just pay the out of pocket and deal with it later.

Thanks Tep! Sleep well.

I vote for Jack Bauer to talk

to MEEEEEEEEEE... For long, long hours. Mmm, I like his voice.

Meanwhile, and this doesn't mitigate any of the other crap a-going on right now, but the Universe seems to have decided I get to be on top of the ferris wheel for a bit.

Oh you totally deserve it. Honest and truly. The view sounds lovely.

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Oh, gosh, Ginger.... Thurber. Thurber could be my happy thoughts if only I could find some fairy dust, and then I'd fly away to, well, to Columbus. This is Thurber we're talking about.

Skipping along like Mary without a clue about where the lamb is... so Punctuation and ~ma for those who want.

JZ:

The peaceful catful nesting-in of Andi and Dan is a close second, though.

You just had to say it, didn't you. I locked myself out of the house this afternoon because I was in such a rush to get to the pet store to buy Nature's Miracle and get back to clean up the mess A-frickin-SAP so that it would be mostly cleaned up before Daniel got home. Not that he would be likely to freak as badly as I did, but I do have that irrational fear that if the cats make tooooooo much trouble, he'll toss us all out on the street. Like I said, irrational.

The problem was this: (white-font for unpleasant cat habits) I observed Sammie standing on a 24-pack of Fresca cans, scratching it like she was burying her traces in a litter box. Upon investigation I discovered a large, cold, old puddle of pee under the accumulated junk in that dark, neglected corner. It's a spot that is damp enough to grow mildew if not monitored closely, and that kind of dankness sometimes produces a scent close enough to cat pee that an otherwise careful cat may be confused and believe it is an appropriate place to go. Between the scent-cues and the clutter that accumulated there, it is understandable that the Sammie would think that was an ok place to pee. It's my fault rather than hers, really. Especially since I know they don't really like the brand of litter I've gotten lately. Still, while cleaning up I had a hard time not wondering why Sammie hates me so much. Again with the irrational, I know.

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There should be a note on my chart, Demoral (I am trying out different spellings, choose the one that isn't wrong) bad, try something else. I mean, it's not a deadly allergy note but it really sucked in my brain for a while there.

I am so with you on this, Cass. I get the same reaction along with vicious tummy-ick. Hoping you feel better, honey.

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I get the same reaction along with vicious tummy-ick.

I got a few seconds of, "Shiiiiiiiiiny..." followed by a whole lot of, "Well it doesn't hurt so I'm just going to try and find a corner to twitch in." It wasn't something I ever want to try again.

The fizzy is giving way to spasmatic so it's another 10 minutes in the tub for me and then hopefully bed.

Are you feeling better tonight, K?

I had a hard time not wondering why Sammie hates me so much.

Ick on the kitty mess, Andi. (Calling you just "Wind" sounds odd to me sometimes and I don't feel like typing out the whole sparrow-ness of it. But obviously I will type out a parenthetical longer than the sentence it refers to because I am lazy, but pendant.) I've cleaned up many a cat mess but I always wonder the same thing. I take it very personally. And sometimes I think they mean it personally but sometimes not.

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Cass, yes, feeling better. Needing sleep, though. nighty night...

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{{GC}}

{{Aimee, fay, askye, cass}}

geezes, I guess I shouldn't go on vacation

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geezes, I guess I shouldn't go on vacation

This was not the lesson I was going for...

I am trying to mentally edit an iPod playlist before burning it. There is a disconnect somewhere. I need to add *something* to have it make sense or end it on a different note.

I've lived without a bathtub before and I could again. For instance, if I had to choose between not having a bathtub or having a NotTehNookieAndSnuggles roomie, I could live without baths. But it would be close because baths are goooooood. I just don't like other people more.

Bath (and, well, lots of other things) also make back shut up however briefly and I am going to take advantage of this and try to sleep. Ignoring the siren call of You Don't Hurt Horribly and Don't You Want to Relax and Enjoy This, Possibly by Posting a lot or Writing Things. Because it is an evil siren call.

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to MEEEEEEEEEE... For long, long hours. Mmm, I like his voice.

Ok, whatever they were doing to allow the President to call all the voters in swing states? I vote that we get that technology to the Bauer of Power, along with a list of Bitches. Possibly with a list of preferred reading matter.

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{{GC}} Ease-ma to your grandmother.

Oh, man, and for tiggy and family also.

(grabs own sword and stands back-to-back with Kristin)

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