Ai, DJ! You poor thing! Mr. Jane had best bundle you home and take good care of you.

The surgery wasn't scheduled, but the dentist sent me to an oral surgeon right away.

Emergency wisdom tooth extraction? I can't decide whether this is worse than the usual process or a bit better, in that it gives you less time to worry over it before it happens.

Is there no one you can write notes and emails to and pass some of these planny tasks on to?

ACK! You poor thing. Wisdom teeth removal isn't fun, and if it was an emergency one, that could have only been less fun. And you are at work! Go home!

I got a reminder message on my answering machine. It sounded alarmingly like they have my salon appointment as tomorrow, not saturday. Which I cannot make. Hopefully, the sound quality is just bad. Cause otherwise, I doubt I can get another appointment until next weekend and my hair is driving me BATSHIT.

Oh, Daisy! I'm glad Mr. Jane took care of you yesterday. Also glad you have good drugs.

I understand about the work deadline thing (she says looking at the clock on her desk), but be sure not to overdo.

I'm bored again. And the first stanza of "American Girl" by Melissa Etheridge isn't helping.

Oh, my local public radio/indy rock/folk station actually mentioned the O.C. (taping, right now) because I think some local group was getting exposure on it. Sort of weird, because you sorta don't think of public radio and pop culture in the same sentence (I say this as a product of public radio exposure.) But, cute.

Also, since I'm watching teevee, CSI: they've gotten rid of the stupid mustache, now someone needs to cut his hair!

Well, poop. I found out today that I didn't get an interview for a job I had good hopes for. It was within my union so I should have had first crack at the interview, but they worded the job ad with very specific qualifications, as if, oh, they were trying to exclude internal candidates. So I got screened out even before the interview. Tomorrow I think I might try to find out where in the process I got screened and see if it's worth filing a grievance with the union.

That's too bad, Sue. I hope you find something that tickles in a nice work way.

Thanks sarameg. I has such hope in the fall of getting out of my sucky job, but now, nsm.

Anyone else think this is a goofy movement (no pun!): [link]

I mean, I think an equal number of toilets to toilets+urinals seems like a reasonable solution, but extra PLUS legislation? Over toilets? Where we pee? Give me a break. I'm all for equality, but good grief. Plus, the argument that women are more likely to be toting children as an argument kind of irks me. (my dad was as likely as my mom to take me to the "potty.")

Poor you, Daisy! Owie.

You, too, Sue, but less physically.

I just went to the beginning of semester dinner at school, and now I'm all inspired and shit. Tom Daschle was fine, but I am SO IN LOVE with the new City Council speaker. She kicks unbelievable amounts of ass. Love.

OH! Where's ita? My friend thought Ang Lee was gay, too! And he is gay himself! So there.

Jesse, that means you have silly friends.