At work. First spelled that as "wrok." Want to be sleeping. Boss said I look terrible. At least I'm convincing...

Best wishes vw.

Ugh. I can't actually concentrate on getting work done. I should have never agreed to take on this project that the project leader wants by tomorrow. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

ION, my shirt is sticking to me. I was hooked up to the EKG machine while they gave me the IV dilantin, so they could watch all of my vital signs (things can go very, very wrong with IV dilantin). I took off all the stickies and took a shower, but apparently I'm still sticky. It's kind of weird.

Rubbing alcohol helps get the EKG sticky off, VW.

Lifestyles of the unemployed but useful: today I will drive to SF and escort FIL around town on errands. I get to use all my tact shepherding him through the grocery store and helping him find the toilet paper when he becomes confused at the sight of a shelf full of paper towels.

I gotta spring day memory! Now, I remember from back in Michigan, the way my spirits would lift with excitement at the sight of the first green furze on the willow trees, which meant that the brown landscape would soon become green. That was a lovely bit of anticipation.

The more recent spring day memory: the weather had become gorgeous and I was happy because of it. I was sitting in a left-turn lane waiting for the light to change when I noticed that the man in the PG&E truck just ahead of me in the middle lane was a real hunk. Tall. Muscular. Blonde. I think: Hey! What's that with the funny face? Now he's sticking out his tongue? Oh my. I hope the utility company isn't hiring crazies these days? Then the light changed, I crept ahead, and I was able to see that the cute PG&E man was making funny faces at a toddler in a car seat. The baby was laughing and clapping hands, Mom was glowing and laughing. I drove off feeling that I had seen something wonderful.

vw, props to you for wroking after such a night.

Wrok - the new wrod.

Wrok - a Klingon's day job.

Now, I remember from back in Michigan, the way my spirits would lift with excitement at the sight of the first green furze on the willow trees, which meant that the brown landscape would soon become green.

Oh yeah, KB. When the sunlight hits a wooded hillside just right and turns the winter brown to a shimmery silvery-green? Heaven.

here is my chic new haircut.

Marks day on calendar, to celebrate it ever after.

Also, as everybody notes, Fay, the weight loss is really showing in your already lovely face. You should keep that cut for a good long time.

Ms. Bug! I've about had it with your body chemistry. Why must it torture you so? Clearly we need to download you into a new brain and body. We'll keep the face since it's so unbearably cute, but everything else, I think we need to start over.