I am sad again, because I pushed up on my limits, and the limits won, handily. That's not supposed to happen -- I'm wearing street clothes, dammit, and I didn't break a sweat, and even with the laughing, no real rising heart rate. Life can be stupid sometimes.

I'm not sure why some names are words and some aren't.

So far, there's been no talking, just a wee girl bent on being held in either my arms or her father's.

I'm sorry, ita. Would chocolate help?

Chocolate would help. I should have food, but that means the stupid pills first.

Today was just too much, with the neuro and the work and the PT and then watching the instructor training. Watching the training was really cool, because it lets a different part of me process the techniques, plus the instructor in charge would come over and have me critique the students, which is learning in and of itself. And I got to help teach my peers, but gently.

I thought I was doing so well, but I crashed so suddenly I had to go to my car to lie down before I could drive home, and I can feel the three grapes I had trying to come back up, the cheeky bastards.

And, finally, the migraine I thought I'd avoided today...is here.

I'm just so fucking tired. I wish I could sleep nights.

Your wee girl sounds absolutely adorable.

My GOD, that's one dead thread.

Dudes, you can come back. No concussion talk all day, I swear.

Timelies all!

Hmmm, its been a quiet night here...

We were talking about pi in class, though we didn't get into the fun bits.

Now we're talking about the relationships between lines and circles.

No, we've moved on to the relationships between cirlces.

Mine is an exciting life

though we didn't get into the fun bits

Would those be the bits where the aliens inserted a message to Jodie Foster?

Gah, ita. Are you still under warranty? I think you need to make some angry phone calls.

Seriously, it's past time for the cosmos to let up on you for a while.

My GOD, that's one dead thread.

I could have posted HOURS ago but I was making biscuits for breakfast.

Now Owen and I are off to the toddler gym. That's about as exciting as it gets for us.

There's a woman giving birth in a cab on the interstate here this morning.