So far, I'm liking the guys better than the girls, but they've only had one female team perform yet.

Split the difference, and just encourage the coworkers you really don't like?

Unfortunately folks that fall into that category work in the corporate office and/or have the power to fire me, so probably not the best plan, as amusing as it may be.

Although I did avoid having to brave Bed Bath and Beyond via braving Target

I did both a couple of nights ago. BB&B left a bruise. Literally.

I still have far too much shopping to do. I finished all the fun kids gifts and now it's down to the difficult adult shopping.

I have a large blue/purple bruise on my left shin, and the skin is broken. I don't know when I got it, how old it is, what I hit, nothing. I don't look at myself all that often.

It's kinda icky.

An hour and a half until the start of the krav holiday party. I'm barely even sure how I'm getting there. Oy.

I hate the mysterious bruises.

Currently, I have a large bruise on my left shin from knocking into an open file cabinet drawer yesterday. Because, my left leg needed ANOTHER thing wrong with it.

I am Time Magazine's Person of The Year. And so are the rest of you.

Makes you wish this one came with a cash award, doesn't it?

Lividity can be weird. Wednesday I stepped off a curb and sprained my ankle mildly. The standard treatment has worked pretty well, and I can walk almost normally again this evening, but my toes and the outside of my calf have turned purple. My ankle never changed color.

For anyone tracking at home, my head still hurts. Which makes it day 4 of the same damned headache.

If I could stick my fingers into my eye sockets and get a good grip to rip off the front of my skull that might relieve some pain.

Trepanning suddenly seems intuitive.

oh damn, ita. I can't say I've had that level of headache for that long, but I do understand the trepanning understanding. Sometimes I fantasize about drilling holes, but for the blood, gore, pain, infection...but sometimes that seems like a better idea.

My brother FINALLY made a good gift request. Took him long enough. And I was educated in Flanimals by the nephew. Nothing like being informed you are a Squat by a near 4 year old. Apparently, I have razor arms and kill things. At least I'm not the kind that pops its own legs off because it is exhausted by always walking and then screams itself to death. Why does it scream? Because popping legs off hurts. Why does it pop its legs off? Because always walking is tiring. D now knows every Flanimal in the books, and can tell you all about them, complete with sound effects. It's hilarious.

I hope the migraine abates enough for you to enjoy the party tonight, ita.

By the way Sarameg, you were very Santaish for me this year. I got my mother that fossil bowl you linked to and my niece two Flanimal books.