My drive in was the most insane obstacle course. Cement trucks, dump trucks, cement trucks hitting tree limb, tree limbs, psycho cutting off drivers, cement puddles, suddenly closed lanes..... should have stayed home.

ita, if you've got the kind of insurance coverage that makes you get refills by mail, you probably want to make sure you can get all your malarial script now. I spent a frustrating afternoon arguing with insurance and pharmacists to get them to give me the full course (because for some stupid reason, the full course under my insurance was prescription plus refill. Hopefully you won't have this problem) for the trip. Finally got it into their head that mailing meds to me to an undisclosed location in Zambia wasn't really going to work.

I had sticker shock from all the innoculations and drugs.

A sneaky-minded friend of mine had apartment neighbors who held ultra-loud parties despite his polite protests and complaints to landlord, et cetera. And it was in a college town, too, so the police were pretty blase about the noise thing. Then one day he noticed that the circuit breaker panel for the apartments was in the common area of the basement, right near the stairs up to his back door, and rather inconveniently placed for the loud apartment inhabitants.

So he'd wait until their parties really got going, sneak down, trip their circuit breakers and sneak back quickly to his darkened apartment, while the drunk frat boys stumbled around trying to figure out why their electricity had cut out.

This went on for maybe six months, until they moved out, because the landlord and electrician could never figure out why their wiring had a defect.

So two words of advice to flea: grounded boltcutters.

You know, ita, there was an article in the NYT a few weeks ago about muscle and weight loss-- it's for pay now, but I remember one of the things it noted was that you can't diet & build muscle at the same time-- not that you're dieting, but rather that you need to ingest an excess of calories to build muscle. My point being: EAT, girl.

I remember one of the things it noted was that you can't diet & build muscle at the same time

There was something like that in Runner's World a couple months ago, too.

Theo, your friend is brilliant.

So he'd wait until their parties really got going, sneak down, trip their circuit breakers and sneak back quickly to his darkened apartment, while the drunk frat boys stumbled around trying to figure out why their electricity had cut out.

I've done that once or twice.

Happy Anniversary Jessica and Fone!!!

ION, I have downloaded GoogleTalk. I like the little talk bubble that it uses. I've invited three people who I know that have gmail. So far, nobody has accepted.

I am a leper.

Sumi, I plan on doing that this weekend, and then we can form a leper colony.

Sumi, I plan on doing that this weekend, and then we can form a leper colony.

I'll join the leper colony next week, when the RFP O'DOOOOOOOOM isn't hanging over my head.

t not really here, actually working, I promise

mini-meara:

This is from Lulu Eightball and is weirdly about Buffistas or certainly could be!

I am totally strung out on grammar!

Bwah! I had "Strung out on grammar" as my tagline for a while.

Cass, I'm sure someone's suggested flexoril -- it's my "Oh, fuck, who needs to be conscious anyway?" painkiller of choice, and a muscle relaxant to boot.

So on the list now. A little lapse of consciousness that takes away the pain and spasms sounds nice.

Bloody hell. Cass, did I *not* recommend flexoril to you? It's a freaking wonder drug. I swear I thought I mentioned it.

Cass, my lower back spasms have always responded well to Robaxin.

Robaxin is methocarbamol, which (I think) Cass said doesn't work for her at all.

We've discussed in brief both taking an overseas holiday next year, and moving in together,

Ye gods, billytea! When you make your move, you move FAST!

I learned all sorts of depressing US reading and book stats. For example, only 1 in 3 US adults bought a book last year

80% of all books are bought by 20% of all people.

60% of high school graduates never complete a single book after leaving school.

Just last week, walking past the smokers gathered outside my office, I overheard one of them say "I've read 5 books this year!" Mind, last week was mid-August. So, 5 books in 8 1/2 months.

I always forget how much of a freak I am that I can (and have, and do) read 5 books in 2 weeks.

Bloody hell. Cass, did I *not* recommend flexoril to you? It's a freaking wonder drug. I swear I thought I mentioned it.

You did, because I made a note of it in case my back stuff flares up again.