One of them is microfiche. As soon as we get a copy card, I'm gonna go print that out. Then, tomorrow I'll meet with the leads on the project and see what needs to be copied. I'll be in longer tomorrow, so I'll be able to sit at the copy machine and take care of what we need.

These little things are how I know I'm really not doing well. I'd been much better about dealing with this kind of stuff. I'll get better again, but cleaning up the mess is always a challenge when you're not at top speed.

My sympathies, vw, because this:

cleaning up the mess is always a challenge when you're not at top speed.

is absolutely true. I know we can't return your books for you, but if there's anything else we can do (venting, handholding, threatening goons....) just ask.

The Pink Roomba is on sale at the website! Free shipping, too! Whoot!

Ok. Just scheduled the meeting with the project lead to go over the books. So, that's set up for tomorrow. Little steps in the right direction.

I'm off to copy microfilm and fiche. Wish I would have brought my iPod!

Betsy, as far as I know, word hasn't gotten to anyone with pull. I have a little knot in the pit of my stomach (because he has access to more influential people), but I intend to ride this out with both insouciance and determination.

Although, all of the overdue library books are just sitting on my desk for the whole world to see and know that I fucked up. Ugh.

vw, I once had books out from my uni's library for so long that they charged my school account with the business office for replacing them - then when I finally brought them back, credited my account. They were so happy to see those books, they didn't even fine me. Not that I recommend this to you. If anyone gives you any grief (above the late fee) blame the asthma for depriving your brain of oxygen.

Do me a favor, please. Don't say anything to yourself about this that is harsher than what you would say to a beloved friend if it had been their mistake. You would never dream of being so mean to Emily as you are to yourself.

I am just beat today. It might be the asthma or I could actually be getting one of the thosand diseases that are surrounding me . I added one more drug back into the regime...

and in much more annoying news my cat is running around the house meowing desparately at me ... for no reason that I can guess.

ita, I don't understand your situation. Is your PT trying to, what? Ban you from krav?

You're an adult; if you want to, say, eat 3 punds of bacon and drink a liter of whiskey a day after undergoing a quad bypass, can your PT call the store and say "Don't sell her bacon?" Of course not. So how can he ban you from krav, even if he thinks it might lead to injury?

my cat is running around the house meowing desparately at me ... for no reason that I can guess.

Free-floating feline fear?

Is your PT trying to, what? Ban you from krav?

He's trying to get me to not take my brown belt test. To this end, he's called the front desk and told them they're not to let me test because it would be irresponsible, yadda yadda. He's also using scare tactics (on them, not me, because at least he realises I don't give a fuck) by dropping incendiary terms like quadraplegic. Sure, he says I'm at no more risk than your average joe of becoming one. But damage is already done in the listener's mind.

Suffice it to say, I'm beyond pissed. I'd type more, but it's making my head hurt to think about it.