Mmm. Documentation.

Back from my nerve block and trigger point injection. This doesn't feel quite like last time, but I hope it turns out as well, and for longer.

I've been advised to take it easy tonight, so I think I shall.

Oh, christ. The burgers. 1/3lb with sauteed mushrooms and red peppers and spicy mayonnaise and jalapeno jack cheese. A bucket of fries, and then some sweet potato fries.

And then much of a chocolate burger, which is a donut split with chocolate mousse and strawberries and banana.

I really do need a lie down, but I might never get up again.

Mmmmm...sweet potato fries.................with lots of salt and ranch dressing....

And then much of a chocolate burger, which is a donut split with chocolate mousse and strawberries and banana.

Holy shit.

(eyes bug out)

I want FOUR.

The Counter. God damn, that's some food.

I am so dead. On the up side, I might have gained that missing five pounds. Not where I needed them, but still.

Some of my internets are broken....

Can people get The Chicago Tribune to load? For me, the text loads but most of the graphics do not. Various other sites don't work for me either....

I got full just reading about that

Just Your internets Tommyrot - worked just fine for me

WTF? Having the problem on more than one computer....

Oh well - time to visit the real world long enough to order a pizza....

I hope you wake up from your food-induced coma feeling all cheery and shit, ita.

You know what? I want to live in a world where kids don't commit suicide.

Got a call from my friend. I was her maid of honor. Her cousin's son, who was her ringbearer, raised by his grandparents, committed suicide Monday. He was only 14. He was friends with her stepson, who was put on suicide watch for a while 4 years ago. There is no amount of NO that can express what we're feeling. At the wedding, the two boys got up to such mischief. I was their watcher. I can't believe that bright boy is gone. Somewhere out there is a picture of me holding the two boys upside down by their waists, laughing hysterically, me in formalwear, them in vests and bowties. I can't imagine her pain, or that of her stepson.

Rocky waters.

Oh, sarameg. Sorry is such a small, inadequate word for that loss, that wrongness. That poor bright boy. His poor parents. All of you who were part of his life.