Aw, Teppy. Smite away. I read down your list thinking with each one, "That one! That's the one who needs smiting the worst! No, this one! No, this is the shittiest one! ... Oh, fuck it, smite them all!"

Looking over your shoulder from one corner of the continent, I really really really hate #4, but #s 3 and 5 are probably much more immediately smiteable. I dearly hope regular!doctor gives suck!doctor a righteous bitchslapping, and that Chatty takes a clue and shuts up before he loses a limb.

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF HOW THE NEW MENU OF QUARK 6.5 LOOKS COMPARED TO 4.1 -- GET OVER IT!

Oh fer cryin' out loud, people. It's just a fucking computer graphic. It's not going to bite you.

even though the article was based on incomplete data which the author selectively reported in order to bolster her specious claim.

I hate (almost) everybody.

I hate (almost) everybody.

So with you there.

Remember that good-mood, feel good thing I had going for a couple of days there? It has packed its bags and left the country. AND it took my motivatio with it.

I'm glad the office is quiet today cause along with the lack of motivation, I'm in bitch-from-hell mode. I want to rant about every little thing. Gosh, maybe I'm PMSing. Bleh, whatever.

whine du jour:

I forgot to bring spoons from home, therefore I am eating yogurt and soup with forks. (thankfully they are both relatively thick.)

I'm just depressed. Bleagh. I get to hang with some cool people this weekend, but Sunday is the Oscars, and for the first time in 6 years, I won't be going to the huge fancy fun dress-up party and potluck that I always go to. Instead, Z will be taking the bint to the party, and I probably won't watch them at all. It's a small thing, but depressing.

I'll bet that people at the party will be wishing you were there instead. If that's any small consolation.

Take care of yourself this weekend...

It's a small thing but its a piece of a very big thing and opens the door a crack for that growly monster to slip in and overwhelm.

What can you do that's your own fun for the Oscar's? Or dis them altogether with something lovely and just for you?

juliana, never underestimate the joy of curling up in your jammies with a nice glass of wine and some snacks and watching the Oscars. It's what I do and I've never regretted the time spent.

Lame attempt at a meara:

sleeping from 8 to midnight, then 3-6, then 7:30-8:45 is not the same thing as sleeping for 8 hours

Perkins, this. I need to remember this. Perhaps a plaque next to my bed.

Cashmere, restma to you. Obviously I haven't been in your shoes, but I remember my sister's dilemma as she was settling in with her second: a few moment of quiet - dig in to the massive amounts of laundry or grab a nap?

Nora, how cool for a good interview *and* a job you're intrigued with!

SA, so glad you found your babies! Your pictures! Ach. I know, money/material loss is devastating, but the of losing the Guatamala pictures made me cringe the most

WHY, for fuck's sake, would you prescribe a drug in the same class as the one that made your patient sick?

Steph, I would like to hear the answer to this question. I'm glad you're going to followup (or already have.) Extra points for the rational route, although IMO you have earned infinite rantage. [later] Oooh! Smite instead!

Cass, I have been thinking about you and your household packing. When I packed up my house last year, I almost crippled my hands. How are you doing physically with all of this? I'm amazed at what you're accomplishing and glad that you are taking time to play here. The packing thing is such drudgery. Yay for seeing progress. It can help the flagging energy.

Windsparrow, glad your resident is okay. Hope he continues to improve.

In mememe news, I have my surgery followup appointment this afternoon. I need a clue on what to expect. Recovery is taking longer than I thought. It's not that I'm in pain; I feel wimpy. Pain is tangible; I understand it. Wimpiness makes me question whether it's all in my head or it's a legitimate physical thing.

All in all, though, things could be a whole lot worse, so no punctuation needed. Verbalizing it right here helps.

Hail to the Library Goddess. Where do we send our tribute of first edition Dickens?

Hugs to bitches in the ruts. I'm so sorry.