Oh, Daniel, what a shitty, shitty day. I hope today is better.

All my health~ma to JenP. Good luck, love. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers

How does one fuck a bug?

SPP is dead to me.

Ok. Math prof has given me extension on today's homework. Behavioral Neuroscience prof is letting me make up the exam next week. Down to two exams today. This is feeling a bit more manageable.

you can do it vw!

I am at work and none too pleased about it. I'm in that place where I'm not sick enough to stay home, but miserable at work, and the problem is that I have a nasty, pre-bronchitis cough, and am working really really hard (with the aid of Mucinex) to get stuff OUTTA THERE so that it doesn't turn into bronchitis. Throw in a houseguest for the ENTIRE WEEKEND and I'm not a happy Nora. Sigh.

MUCH ~ma for JenP, and Erin, I'm so sorry about your friend's father. It must be devastating. Also, Cindy, I'm so sorry about Julia's friend. Here's hoping that treatment works, and quickly, and this will just be a distant memory in a few years for the entire family.

Daniel- oof. Their pay procedures indicate that perhaps fast quitting is not exactly unknown to them... speaks to a terrible corporate culture. Also, ugh, on the odor thing. I know that Tom is incredibly, incredibly paranoid about that and I know he would be humiliated if something were ever to be said about it to him. Anyway. I'm sorry, I hope things get LOTS better today or next week, and if not, hope you can hang till first payday and then find something better!

bt, link doesn't work. What's up at the Zoo?

And Daniel, egad.

And Daniel, egad.

Thanks. And thanks everyone.

Did I mention employees can't go through the main doors? One must enter through the loading dock door on the opposite side of the buildng from the parking lot?

And that if you clock back in early from lunch, you are subject to disciplinary action? Or if you work extra time without prior written permission?

JenP, I'll be ~~ma-ing at you fiercely.

Daniel, I'm sorry your first day at work was so full of asshattery.

Punctuation and ~ma to JenP, Cindy, and Erin. Still ~ma going out to Teppy's dad, and sj and vw.

Daniel, that sounds like a horrible day. My sympathies.

Oh, so many people with badness right now. Jen, Cindy, Erin--you are all in my thoughts. In a non-stalker way.

So I had my annual yesterday, in conjunction with my bronchitis diagnosis. My physician, who I really do like, said that given my height and weight, my bmi is 35, and that I am "significantly obese." She says that to me every year, and I always consider it to be a crock of shit. She continued: "We really like to see people at your height aroun 155 pounds." (I'm at 218, give or take, right now.) "Do you think that's a possible goal for you?"

I looked at her incredulously. "Not with my current lifestyle and schedule, no."

She sort of half-smiled. "Well, what about 175? Could you work towards that?"

By this point I'm trying not to roll my eyes. Sure, I could lose fifty pounds, if I didn't have class, work, clubs and orgs, a social life, and my unhealthy attatchment to my computer. "I am going to the gym now," I said in a desperate bid to distract her from this course of action.

"Oh good. Anaerobic exercise is great for the heart, lungs, (some other stuff). But you should really work on getting your weight down."

Please. I can't imagine what I'd look like with fifty pounds off my frame. Frankly, I think it wouldn't be terribly healthy for me, and I don't think I'd see me were I to look in the mirror. I like myself right now, extra baggage and all. Where the hell would I lose it from anyway?

JenP, I'm sending good thoughts up the highway to you!

I'm procrastinating cleaning/cooking for my party tomorrow. I took the whole day off so I have plenty of time. Right? Right?

Rolling my eyes forever, SA. And biting my tongue on the fucking BMI rant.