{{{Ginger}}} I'm so sorry.

All kinds of exam~ma for Hil! Go get 'em!

I am sooooo ready to be over this.

God, that sucks, Ginger. That's a lot of meds to keep track of. Here's hoping they do some good soon.

Plus, when I think of what is on some of the icons on my friendslist, I can't believe that this is the stand they chose to take.

Yes, this. The asshole who started the whole thing should be strung up by his toes.

Thanks for the baby congratulations, all! My parents are thrilled -- they've got six grandchildren now, three boys and three girls. (I mean, they would have been thrilled with any amount, but they take such a lot of joy in the kids.) Personally, I can't wait to see pictures of the new little one.

Oh, Ginger, I hope it gets much better very soon.

Thanks, guys.

I'm actually a bit calmer than I thought I'd be. I had a good day of studying today, and feel prepared. Mostly.

Tons of exam~ma, Hil.

{{{Ginger}}} Feel better.

Much exam~ma to Hil and yay for baby acquisition!

Deena!

Deena, could you hop on AIM for a minute?

I'm hopped.

Hey Ginger. I've been worrying about you. I hope your new drugs kick that ick's ass.

So. Here's something.

It's been brought to my attention that it's going around the office that my minion's wife (as of last October) is seriously ill. As in, she's dying, and has at most a few years left.

This is completely insane (okay, she has recurring kidney stones). But seriously, I have no idea where that shit came from. But it's going around, and in the context of how amazing he is to have married her anyway.

[Pause while I try to tease apart the many levels on which this whole thing is totally fucking offensive. Fuck! None of you were holding your breath, were you?]

So, now what? We're a small company. It came to me as the person most likely in the know - but my source couldn't remember (!) who told her. (This is probably true - it's not something someone would have brought up with me except in very private - and liquid - circumstances, so she may have been hanging on to it for a while.) So, I've stomped it with that person, but it's not as if she even knows who to go back to with that.

He's - sensitive - and any hint of this will freak him right out. I'm spending a lot of time and energy finding ways for him to stay at this company at all, with all the crazy ass bullshit that goes on. And he's crazy defensive of his wife, T. [Not that she needs it, she rocks.] So, WTF? I sure as fuck don't want to bring this up with anyone, but I want to quash it before it gets to his ears.

Fucking twelve year olds. Why can't they just do their jobs and leave the drama to their personal lives?