Seriously, or am I missing something?

Yup. It came out today. I saw it on the Futon Critic. It makes me sad. I enjoyed the first two eps.

I'd watch that.

Me, too.

Also pirates are causing the giggles.

Not to mention a Frenchman using "reckon".

Allyson, apply for that job. And others. I wish I had good advice in that department, but other than go! I don't.

I do have good advice if you sautee up scallions, portabello mushrooms, zucchini and a bit of rare steak: ventilate, ventilate, ventilate. 3 hours later and three stinky burning candles and applications of odor neutralizing airspray, I still smell scallions. And while I like eating them? I don't like smelling them still 3 hours later.

Can someone be me for like, 2 weeks? You must be competent and good at paying bills, giving insulin injections and getting yelled at by prima donnas.

You must be competent and good at paying bills, giving insulin injections and getting yelled at by prima donnas.

I could do the last bit. but that's it.

Heh. I sadly just need another vacation, preferably one from my head, this time. Hormones are under extreme suspicion at this point.

OTOH, my favorite whiney whiney p.d. has been playing going over my head, which just makes me laugh a lot. Because really, over-my-head can't do shit more. They act like they can, but they come back to me and there is literally nothing more that can be done. So we play elaborate phone games in which I tell the bosses what's doable, and the bosses have to call back the p.d. and be all apologetic that they were WRONG before. And this happens all the time with him. I don't give out bad info. I do my utter best. And sometimes, that just isn't good enough, sorry, so sad, too bad and all that shit.

Even better? This could have all been avoided had the pd followed up on a phone call yesterday....Heee!

giving insulin injections

I can do this part.

Now all we need is a sugar daddy, and we're all set.

I need to win the lottery. I don't know if I could stand being beholden.

Guess I should start playing it then, huh? Cause I have no rich dying long-lost-relatives.

Now all we need is a sugar daddy, and we're all set.

Is that what the insulin is for?

They've added Mad Cow to the Giant Microbe plush toys.

FUCKING HELL.

Mister Kitty has the hurls. Second time tonight. Which isn't good for the most normal of cats, but with the diabetes, is a big concern (hairball? He's been treated for a week. Diabetes? The insulin isn't new,but.... Stupid food bolting cat? Also a possibility.)

Don't need this.