It's not just soap operas over there anymore?

t wanders back from M'verse

It is. I am still months behind and it's already quite crafty over there.

Though it seems that Tim's crafty thread skillz killed Natter for the night.

SARAMEGASITIS STRIKES AGAIN.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I skipped all but the last 30 posts in my poor, poor state and I read this? I might cry. Wait, I already did that tonight.

So what in the hell am I doing posting at quarter to 4 eastern you may ask? I had to go online to email work that I will not be in tomorrow. Some ass at LAX crashed a luggage cart into the nose of my plane. This was after a medical emergency for one of the deboarders. Need new plane. So. Late. So, would have missed my connection. Get formal, find supervisor, demand fix. Get new flight (at this point, am caravaning with a single mom and her 3 year old also headed to B'more.) Get new flight to Chicago. Call pompous hipster a jackhole. Get to Chicago. New flight home is TWO HOURS LATE. Why? Some ass in San Diego crashed a luggage cart into the plane. Standby to earlier flight. Which is full. No standby. Get told by official people flight is not 2 hours late. Ascertain it is. Go call them liars or at least misleaders. Start sugar crash. Cry. Apologize for profanity. Demand supervisor # (I will try to squeeze blood from this stone. Maybe baggage handler stones...)

I may hate luggage carts.

I got home about 20 minutes ago. Am keyed up. Need to sleep.

FUCKING HELL.

Get some rest, sarameg. That is a hellish trip back.

And, for the record, I don't blame you for my plague.

The mom and kid were recovering from same plague. So I'm not the only typhoid mary. I learned a new trick, though. Befriend a preboarder who you like and who likes to sit in your preferred location. They'll save you a seat.

I helped her schlep kid and stuff around at the outset, so she save me a seat on the first flight AND the later one. We bonded. Funnily enough, I think she's good people. She wants to take me to dinner for helping out, which is sweet.

PS, I watched Grey's Anatomy this morning and am SO VERY RELIEVED I didn't break it. Whew.

Bed. Is over there.

Cat is yelling. Won't let me be.

Hey, as long as I get up in time to pick up the other cat, right?

Good trick. ::takes notes::

My mom informed me that she is sick-ish now too. I fear I am typhoid Cass. I don't want to call the others to find out how infectious I was.

Does anyone know of interesting sites for dream interpretation and translation? I'm not looking for all of life's answers, just there are recurring themes and I am curious as to what they are supposed to represent.

I am awake because my throat hurts. I'm sort of okay about it, except for the part where my eyes won't quite focus. I think they'd rather be asleep.

Dana, if you can't sleep, can you just lie down and rest your eyes, at least?

People have to stop being sick! Both on b.org and in the room here - one student just finished being sick and another one began. I feel like there's a target drawn on my back, with an arrow that says "Viruses, here! Germs, here, as well!".

And this is how you take a post that tries to be about comforting somebody and make it all about meMeME.

Dana, if you can't sleep, can you just lie down and rest your eyes, at least?

I lay awake in bed for about an hour after I woke up. I got bored.

I am not sick, at least. This is fairly typical allergy attack, probably brought on by the trip to New Orleans. God knows what's growing there. And it should clear up by next week, which is when we have Christmas concerts.

Rehearsal tonight should be interesting, though.