Oh, sara, I hope your schedule for feeling better is going to work. Are you able to at least minimize work to your poor head?

Cashmere! Yay you! I hardly ever post my "hey, post #!" anymore, I don't always think them out loud, so I'm even happier than other people do!

Frak! Is Gud around? The ass-hole former attorney general of Kansas, just got elected to fill the local county attorney general office of the guy that beat him!

Really? I know some people who know him personally rather than publicly and they think he is a jerk too sometimes what you see is what you get.

Mac is quite adorable.

Personally, I always prepare for almost-passing-out-on-public-transportation by not wearing high heels.

I'm definitely going shopping for more effective drugs tonight. They'll make me even flakier than I already am (which is pretty flaky,) but at least some of the other symptoms will lessen.

I recently went to a storytelling show where one comedian described a year where he worked all three shifts, getting about six hours of sleep a week. It was horrifying and hilarious. Anyway, he had somehow trained himself to sleep on the train and wake up right at his stop-- he would freak people out by waking up from a sound sleep and then bounding straight from his seat out the door at the correct stop.

Of course, he also woke up in Coney Island sometimes.

I hate being a young, healthy-looking person and feeling like I'm going to pass out on public transportation, heels or no heels -- it's hard to feel like you can ask someone for a seat.

Totally, Jesse. I was thiiis close to claiming I was pregnant or something. Well, actually I considered that for half a second, realized I'd ruin the lie by laughing hysterically, and then considered bribery.

Then my vision whited out and my ears tuned into static.

If it happens again, I'm gonna ask for a seat.

The biggest thing with standing, especially in high heels, is to not lock the knees. You could always tell during a command inspection who had forgotten that advice when the back of their head met the concrete.

Tried to take the Hitchens article from the top, but was defeated again by the horrible quality of the writing, and could smell his rotting soul in every line.

Thanks for that, bon. Hating on Hitchens is an excellent way to start the morning.

::updates shrift's xmas list to include football helmet to wear during her commute::

Oh great. Today is a holiday party. There is music. And booze. I'm just going to stay hidden.