Plus bonus points for use of the word 'mosey'.

Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'


Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Allyson - Feb 20, 2006 3:17:06 am PST #8166 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

5am.

Nausea.

Don't wanna throw up.

Make it go away.


Nilly - Feb 20, 2006 3:19:54 am PST #8167 of 10002
Swouncing

Feel better, Allyson.

Is there anything you can drink, slowly and in small sips? Ginger-ale or some-sort-of-Coka-Cola-like drink or the like? Do you have a lemon? Sometimes smelling it or even tasting a bit of it can help with nausea.

[Edited for spelling, and for attempting to conquer my inner-Jewish-mommy]


Theodosia - Feb 20, 2006 3:28:54 am PST #8168 of 10002
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

I intensely dislike bitter, carbonated beverages. Unfortunately, that was my Mom's A#1 remedy for nausea. I must have thrown up on her several times because of that....


aurelia - Feb 20, 2006 3:49:20 am PST #8169 of 10002
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

A quick Google tells me this:

If your landlord is responsible for heating your apartment, and the heat is regularly below the City code regulations, then you should notify your landlord in writing that he must bring the heat up to the City's regulations. For Chicago the heating season begins September 15th and ends May 31st. The minimum temperature that must be maintained in each unit is:

65° between 7:30am and 8:30am
68° between 8:30am and 10:30pm
63° between 10:30pm and 7:30am.

I woke up to 57° in my apartment.


vw bug - Feb 20, 2006 3:52:57 am PST #8170 of 10002
Mostly lurking...

Oh, ugh, aurelia. That's no good.


esse - Feb 20, 2006 3:53:34 am PST #8171 of 10002
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Oooh, hi Nilly! I hope I didn't miss you.

GA thoughts: What bugged me about the spontaneous orgasm case was that they didn't offer a diagnosis! Why did it require surgery? Honestly, it was probably overproduction of seratonin that could have been handled by pharmacology. Or something. But it bugged me that there was this neat case thrown in with no diagnosis. Also, geez, interns, could you be more crass? Izzie is smarter than that.

While I've been ambivalent at most towards Meredith this whole time, that last scene just pissed me off at both of them. Meredith for being ridiculously self-involved and deaf, and George for *knowing* that Meredith deals with heartache through random sex and still doing it because it happens to be the girl he's wanted to sleep with this whole time and thinking with his dick.

Cristina and Burke dancing would be on my iPod, if I had a video one, so that I could watch it every morning and dance to my coffee.

Why don't they cancel college for snow days? That doesn't seem fair.


Nilly - Feb 20, 2006 3:56:02 am PST #8172 of 10002
Swouncing

SA! Welcome back to the USA! How are you doing?

[Edit: 8+1=7+2]


esse - Feb 20, 2006 3:58:52 am PST #8173 of 10002
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Thanks! I'm good, save for bronchitis and having to go to class. But that seems to be baseline normal these days. How are you? How are the studies going?


Nilly - Feb 20, 2006 4:07:57 am PST #8174 of 10002
Swouncing

I'm just at the end of a bad cold or a very light flu, so I'm not so fun right now (and I'm croaking when I try to speak). And, um, that affects the studies, of course, and not in the best of ways.

How is your schedule going? I'm not asking anything about after-college, because you're probably tired of that, but when is your last semester?


esse - Feb 20, 2006 4:17:23 am PST #8175 of 10002
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

and I'm croaking when I try to speak

Ooh, you're me. Sorry, honey.

My schedule is...going. Right now I'm in the Sort of Bad Place where everything I do feels like a facsimile of a real life, and I'm tired of working from the primer for having a life, you know? I want to actually live, instead of filling my time with, well, filler stuff. I go here, and here, and it makes my day full, but it all seems rather pointless.

This is my last semester, though, for which I'm grateful: I'm counting down the days to graduation, May 21. And I did figure out what I want to do after college, which is BUNAC, a work visa program that will take me to Britain and Ireland for eight months. Of course, I haven't figured out how to pay for it...