OK, this is weird. I feel like I'm having an allergic reaction to something -- my lips and tongue are kind of itchy, and my lungs feel congested. But I have no idea what this could be reacting to. I just woke up, and I haven't eaten anything unusual yesterday or today. (Also, I'm fairly certain that my only food allergy is pineapple, which I know I haven't eaten.) But this keeps getting worse, and now my eyes are itchy too.

I think I'll take some Benadryl and see what happens. This is bothersome, though.

Tep, insent to hotmail. Is that a WAY old address?

{{{Cindy}}}

{{{Plei}}}

Need caffeine.

Good morning, my gronkly gorgeous ones.

Nora, she doesn't check that one as often--I have one I can pass on to you if you want to ping me at the profile addy.

I spilled coffee all over myself in the car on the way to work this morning. I am not developing a great track record with morning coffee, am I? But I want to use this great mug amyth gave me, which I do in defiance of spilling.

The idea of a rap about Moby Dick amuses me.

Hairpats and cabana boys for Cindy and Plei.

My car: The fuel pump went kaput. Just wham, stopped working. The DH said he might've noticed a slight drop in power the day before, but only at the outside range of perception, and I didn't notice anything. So, we have to get a new fuel pump, which probably means ordering one from the States, because although the car was built in Germany it's to US specs.

This would all be under warranty if we lived in the States.

Of the good, Captain JetLag was only up until 2:30 last night, rather than 4:00. I'm not nearly as jetlagged as I thought I'd be, maybe because I've basically been lagging for the last year.

P-C, I met a lovely Indian girl about your age on my flight (actually I met 3, but one stood out as being awesome). I totally should've talked you up to her and her parents...except they were on their way back to India, where they live. But that's details; I think I'll carry your photo and email addy with me to give out, just in case.

I'm trying to plan a trip to Vermont [well, I'm thinking about planning, which is the first step]

perks up

Hm! If this trip is a little more easy going than the last (what with the wedding and family madness and all) maybe, just maybe, I can get my ass up to Vermont (oh TWIST MY ARM) and spend a little more time at your bro's place...

hmmmm.

Tep, insent to hotmail. Is that a WAY old address?

I still check it once or twice a day, actually.

And -- that would be SO fun if we could hang out in VT!

I guess I need to plan more actively....

Class is over, thank God. Fortunately, it didn't feel as long as I thought it might. I'm really on like night three of no sleep, and it's starting to wear me down. I even didn't nap yesterday, so hopefully I would sleep better, but nope...not my luck.

Gonna attempt to not nap again today in hopes that I'll be so exhausted tonight that I'll just collapse. I'm afraid this plan only makes me cranky, rather than actually working.

My laptop arrived. It is so pretty. I keep petting it. I think I'll call it Greorge. I won't be able to get the wireless router set-up for a couple of days as time is a laughable concept right now.

The auditors are here again today. More fun. I just love explaining how "this is how I would do this if I had time, but I've been so crunched lately that I have to do this shortcut and skip these steps and yes, I've asked for help and no, I don't get any consistant support". This is SO NOT ME and not the way I like to work.

It doesn't help to know that technically my company no longer has to hold my assistant's job after June 20th, but they will. And I hate that I feel two ways about that. I want HER back. She is a nice gal, she knows her stuff, we complement eachother well - workwise. But I can't keep doing this by myself. This audit is really highlighting this. We don't have any kind of ETA for her return.

Snarl.

Oh, Suzi, that's so sucky. But, YAY for the laptop!

ION, I just e-mailed my advisers about dropping my Psych major, which would leave me with the English major, and a potential graduation of Spring 2008. I know it's the right decision, but I just feel like I'm letting myself down somehow...

Oh, Raq. We're deep in car bitterness, right now. I'm sorry about the fuel pump. Frigging cars.

Hil, are you okay? Did you take the Benadryl?

The Christopher story: [link]

He's fine. I guess. Ugh.