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.

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

This has been my sleep schedule for this past month, minuse the 7:30-8:45.

juliana, I'm invited to a Oscar party attended by the best sorts of bitchy queens and you can go as my guest if you'd like.

First support call of the day was a guy I SWEAR was channeling Dick Shawn as LSD. So in addition to the annoyance of answering questions that turned out not to have all that much to do with our books (people call us because "Adobe doesn't let you just call them"), I also had to deal with the weird rambling far-out style. First call always affects my mood.

I've been sick for weeks now. Sinus infection or whatever it is. Sinus headaches, burning eyes and sometimes getting dizzy spells. This is all happening right when I've gotten my layoff news and need to be looking for a job. I cleared my plate of tickets somewhat early yesterday but my eyes were burning so badly I couldn't make myself work on my resume. And my eyes were no better when I got home.

I'll try to start early on the resume today. I have to start crankin' on this stuff no matter HOW MUCH I hate doing resumes.

Tep, I hope your regular doctor gets back soon so you can get some informed help. As someone who is also chatty, let me advise that such people certainly don't mean to be annoying. Set your boundaries by just laying it on the line: "I'm sorry, but I feel like crap on toast today. I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to be left alone right now." I'm sure it'll feel like work, but not everyone can pick up on the cues that seem obvious to one's self.

juliana, what Nora said. A lot of people will be thinking about you on Sunday, and thinking that you're better off. I hope that whatever new tradition comes your way this weekend, it makes you happy.

I am leaving work early today for a "doctor's appointment" that is actually a facial. Go lyin' cheatin' me!

Gronk. It's four in the freakin' morning here, yet I am awake, doing a spot of cooking for the date tomorrow with Wallybee (patent pending). Because I have the time management skills of a lemur on millipedes.

You are all wonderful, amazing people. Thank you for sharing the saga of my bag with me, short as it was. I now have it back, with everything in it (!!) and I am posting from my beautiful Dell electrobaby.

Meara, I will speed-date with you! If they let you do it if you're from out-of-state and a visitor.

Raq, that intern sounds insane. However, now I totally want to be an embassy intern.

I require chocolate. And salt. Perhaps chocolate-covered pretzels. Ooh -- or chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels.

Fortunately, I'm going to Trader Joe's later, and they have chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels. So far, this is the only bright spot in my day.