Seahawks sure are playing like Seachickens right now. The only thing they're doing well is punting.

It's going to be a looooooong winter for sports in Seattle.

Dana, I hope your folks are ok.

sarameg, your lightbulb story totally cracked me up! I do this kind of thing all the time!

It drives me crazy. I live alone, I know I'm responsible for everything that happens in my apartment, but I lose track of stuff so easily. I can lose the remote between the computer and the kitchen 2 or 3 times every weekend.

Oh, Dana. Does it help if we just keep repeating that your parents will be ok, so you can continue to freak out, but be reassured? Honestly, as weird as that sounds, that sometimes works for me. I really hope this storm does some freak weakening. I can't imagine NO taking a direct hit. It just isn't pleasent.

After repeated use of the heating pad, I've figured out the pain and swelling isn't a muscle but a fucking gland of some sort just below my ear. So this appears to be some atypical ear infection. That went from nothing to ouch over the course of an hour at 4 today. Or it's something else, like some brain eating infection. Fuck. I guess I will have to track down a doctor monday if it doesn't chill out. I'm hoping it's just reacting to an exposure and will go away on its own.

It's so very localized (none of my other glands/nodes are doing ANYTHING and my ears are fine) it's very strange. I even took some antihistimines because it freaked me out that it blew up so fast (I do not have the square jawline of Geena Davis. And then suddenly I do! On one side of my face) and they've had only the effect of making me lightheaded.

I've actually got some suspicions it is related to hormonal shit, but jeezus. Couldn't it pick something less alarming?

The human body is STUPID.

Dana, I too am hoping for the safety of your family.

sarameg, that just sounds owie!

So, my break is officially OVER. OVER! I went to the bookstore and bought the Aeneid, The Divine Comedy and some other books as well as cracked open my planner.

I have to finish The Historian this weekend because play time is over now. SO SAD.

That is very sad, Kat.

What's also sad is how bored I am, since I was supposed to go see a movie but the plans got cancelled at the last minute.

quester, glad to know I'm not the only one (and not the only one to find it amusing.)

I always managed to put my keys somewhere not usual when the next time I leave, I have to leave at a certain time. Never fails.

It all ties into why I'm one of those people who has to unpack immediately and am one who arranges furniture one way (the Right Way) at the getgo and never changes it (as I've acquired furniture, it finds its Rightful Place. And stays there. I've been in this apartment 8 years. Never rearranged.) A lot of my friends laugh at me, but the routine, the sameness works for me. There are arrangements that are sub-ideal now, but shit would get even more chaotic were I to change things around.

Hell, even my disaster of a desk at work is in a certain order. An order of piles.

I realize this makes me a little whacky.

A moment of silence for the end of Kat's break...

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The gland is owie, but moreso FUCKED UP. The swelling is shrinking more and more, down to the little knot that is my presumably whitecell (?) filled pissed off gland. Last time I could feel them this hard, it was all of them and I had a entry-level-antibiotic-resistant strep left untreated for 5 days. And yet now? Nothing else is reacting.

(yes, I'm obsessing. I hate being weird unidentifiable sick. I figure whining is safer than googling.)

I realize this makes me a little whacky.

whacky works!

The sister I just stayed with up in Iowa, is coming to town over the long weekend for some kind of work-related conference. If she doesn't like the person she's coming with, she will stay with me. I realized that I didn't have enough linens for 2 people so I went to Bed, Bath & Beyond. I went a little crazy. $250 worth of crazy.

It's all the Buffistas' fault. I had to buy beech sheets and a beech blanket {that looks funny!} and a bunch or other stuff.

I had to buy beech sheets and a beech blanket {that looks funny!} and a bunch or other stuff.

I was just talking about these! I still haven't bought any, because I do have enough linens right now (and I'm trying to get rid of one of my beds), but sometimes I think wistfully of the beech.

whining is ALWAYS safer than googling.

Tomorrow we are going kayaking. My last day of fun.

I have 300+ pages of The Historian and I should, you know, write lesson plans.

Have I mentioned uninspired?

My new classroom doesn't have tables and chairs; it only has desks. This makes me undeniably sad.