I had a long, boring dream that I was preparing to make a trek across the desert to go get exotic birds, which had to be brought back one at a time. I was repeatedly delayed by finding another piece of tinfoil, the right earrings, everyone needing a shower, etc. ad nauseum. I was all bouncing around with the let's go! Let's go! but noooooo. Apparently earring coordination is a Very Important part of survival gear in the desert.

Marystopheles. I too must attach this name to something stat.

Ginger: Yes, you should be feeling better now. Signed, sorry that you still feel poorly.

Oh, sj, that sucks. I hope the rest of your day is fabulous to make up for it.

Apropos of nothing, one of my cousins is named Damian, and he is amazingly un-demonic: right up there at P-C levels of sweet/smart/cutiehead. Possibly it was the second a in his name instead of an e that did it.

Also, sending vibes of functionality followed by genuine restful SLEEP to vw, and oh, dear, Ginger, that sounds dreadful. Also, sj, I swear by all that's holy that I will endeavor to get the thing I meant to mail you oh so many weeks ago actually in the mail today to make up for your crappy morning.

Now into the shower and off to work.

Ginger, ask for some Advair.

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t /pharmaceutical pimp

No rush, JZ.

Thanks, Perkins. I will settle for uneventful.

Hivemind question: I want to put together a little going away present for T before her move. I should have already done this, but I have been avoiding thinking about it. I don't want anything that will be difficult for her to pack. I have thought of a couple of little things, but I would be grateful to have some suggestions.

I was all bouncing around with the let's go! Let's go! but noooooo.

Apparently KatieBee was trekking across the desert with my mother. It sounds like every trip I've ever taken with her. She's saying, "Do you think the gold or the brown earrings?" and I'm thinking, "You're in a strange city. You're never going to see these people again. You could wear spandex and a nose ring and it wouldn't matter."

Perkins, I emailed you this morning... Or is that, gmailed?

right up there at P-C levels of sweet/smart/cutiehead.

I have a level? You're too good to me, JZ.

Quizno's subs are TOO DRIPPY. But delicious. I'm torn! Clean clothes vs. tasty toasted sub?

Today's sub was the prime rib.

Laundry is drying. I'm not sure I have the energy to go get it when it's done. When he said non-functioning, I really think he meant it. And, of course, I'm stubborn, so did I take the day off? Nope.

How many more days of this torture?