Ask Marc if she has a strange panel in her stomach or back where she plugs into a wall.

I asked her that once when she offered to help me with Physics. She patted my arm and said "Jesus loves you." What do you say to that?

"No, Jesus loves Matthew, John, Satan, or puppies depending on who you ask and what context"

Also

{{{Cass}}} {{{Tep}}}

Dad brought over a letter from the HMO. It was thick so I knew it wasn't just something not really important.

My HMO has received approval from the Office of Isnurance Regulation to change the effective date of my annual premium change to November. At that time, my current Non-group copayment plan is no longer available. But! the HMO is giving me a choice of two plans.

It's rather confusingly written and I think I need to call the HMO and maybe my therapist to figure this out.

Either way if I ever have a serious medical problem and end up in the hospital it looks like I'm screwed. I really need to talk to my supervisor about the chances of me getting hired as regular and not temp. I need the benefits and the group plans available must be better than what I've got now.

I asked her that was she offered to help me with Physics. She patted my arm and said "Jesus loves you." What do you say to that?

"Next time you see him, tell him thanks from me."

Wow, that is the most amazing Real Life Mary Sue ever.

Why not just try being her friend? Hey, she may suck to read about, but if she really IS Mary Sue she could probably buy you a pony or something.

Cause she'll be real sweet then say something shockingly racist that people will laugh off as cute.

And, she hates animals. Says they're messy.

I could never heart someone who hates animals.

Done hotwire for a couple trips recently, seems to be working fine. Also, you don't have to get "you'll find out when it leaves after you've bought it tickets" -- I know they're the cheapest, but I just don't have that kind of flexibility. I've still found fairly good deals.

I could never heart someone who hates animals.

This is not Mary Sue. This is an affront to all that is good and right.

Another open letter to the boss:

What makes you think a copy center will be able to print ten copies (comb bound, laminated cut tabs) of the FOUR HUNDRED page report THIS WEEK in time for it to get FedEx'd to the East Coast by FRIDAY?

What makes you think that they can do that when they're producing THIRTY THOUSAND course packs for the start of classes on WEDNESDAY?

What makes you think they can do that when YOU HAVE ONLY SIGNED OFF ON THIRTY PERCENT OF THE DOCUMENT AND HAVE YET TO START WRITING TWENTY PERCENT OF IT AS OF TODAY?

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THEY CAN DO THAT WHEN YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME SQUAT OF THE HALF OF THE DOCUMENT I NEED TO PUT TOGETHER IN TIME FOR THE COPY CENTER TO PRINT IT ON THURSDAY DESPITE THE COMB BINDING AND THE CUT TABS AND THE THIRTY THOUSAND COURSE PACKS?

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Deathwatch update (feel free to skip): I got curious about the lack of news and called my mother. Grandmother still "isn't dead yet" but isn't receiving any nutrients and won't regain consciousness. Nobody knows how long she'll linger, which is causing lots of far-flung family members to fret over travel plans, as no one wants to go, sit by the hospital bed, and then leave only to hear that she died as they were on the plane home. Death was simpler, apparently, when everybody lived next door.

Find myself also fretful. I don't want her to die, but I'd like it to be over. Which I guess means I do. Not even sure why I'm upset, as we were never particularly close.

And I need to do my stupid homework (by the way, what the fuck am I supposed to do with questions like "Explain the significance of this question?" They make me mad) and lots of stupid concentration-heavy reading and figure out how to get the paperwork ready for my student teaching application and maybe find time to do some more classroom observation only first that means figuring out who to call and finagle the database report at work to give median salary amounts and oh yeah find out if I have health insurance yet and I screwed up the crafty present I'm making for the wedding this weekend and it's so much stupid little shit.

Yup. I don't exactly feel better now, but I needed to have the tantrum.