Honestly - I'm socially awkward, have confidence issues, and don't pick up on other people's cues a lot of the time. I'm not sure it's helpful for people grappling with Aspergers to have me and everyone like me lumped in with them. I don't know - it feels to me like people who go all "oh, I get down too" when depression comes up.

Oh, whoops, I got the new goodlooking guy question. So much for my attention to detail.

I've taken about four or five Aspie tests in the last week. I either get "borderline aspie" or else sorta' in the middle range of aspies.

The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. A lot of my past reactions to people that just didn't make sense to me suddenly fits together if I consider aspies as a diagnosis.

I've often felt like I miss out on a lot of non-verbal communication. I've thought it must be sorta' how a colorblind person feels - knowing there's a lot they're not perceiving.

Again, I say, "Bah."

The fuh-reaky toy is exactly that. Creepy.

The quilt is gorgeous, vw!

I am, apparently, "very likely neurotypical." I know people who might argue that point...

Hm. I am both Aspie and neurotypical - 100 out of 200 and 118 out of whatever, respectively. No idea how to interpret that.

No one at krav with me this weekend, my students or otherwise would call me vaguely mentally healthy. Bad and getting worse. But at least I hope to go down funny.

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Just wanted to chime in v. belatedly with a Jessicawards "Go Weird Middle Name! Choose Weird Middle Name!"

Which, okay, most kids (unless UNBELIEVABLY centred, mature and confident) will probably go through a period of OMGWTF and wish they had an innocuous name - but, really, I don't think any Buffistaspawn are going to lack for personality, and once the confidence kicks in I'm sure they'll appreciate having a cool middle name.

I speak as someone who has no particular affection (nor deep hatred) for her own name. Which was shared by 8 out of my 30 classmates. Yep. Dull dull dull. (Fay being my middle name, and one of which I am rather more fond.)

Meanwhile I believe research is supposed to show that people with unusual/memorable names are supposed to go further in life? Be more likely to get interviews than a more boringly named person with the same CV, etc?

Were I ever to breed, my kids would totally be getting random ass names. (But not Moon Unit or Frodo. Or Fifi Trixibell, or Peaches Honeyblossom. But I think Apple's quite a nice name, actually...)

Daniel and I had a very good weekend, just hanging out and spending time with each other for two whole days in a row. This has not happened since before the holidays. While we each are supposed to be working every other weekend, and we have synchronized our weekends off, things got mucked up at holiday time because I offered to mush my schedule around to help cover times we were short-handed for - what with having one person go away for one of the weekends, and one person quitting, and the residents having a week off from their day program. And then there was the fun of covering all the shifts open when various members of the staff went down with the nasty cold/flu thing that went around. I think I had it, but I'm not sure; as I said at the time, if I had that cold, I was feeling pretty good, but if it was just allergies, I needed to figure out PDQ what I was allergic to so I could kick it's butt to the curb.

So anyway, it was really great to hang out with Daniel for two days in row. He took me out to lunch at a really nice place - Timberlodge Steakhouse - where we had a lovely meal that was not only delicious but also very well balanced. Never before have I gone to a restaurant (besides Chinese restaurants) which served such a tasty, heaping serving of veggies that obviously could actually remember being fresh, along with sirloin tips that were smothered in sauteed onion and bell pepper.

Also, Daniel scored me about $100 worth of SAM-e supplements for $5.

Not taking the test. Silly test.

Sounds like a perfectly lovely weekend WindSparrow. These should happen regularly.

ION, A week or so ago I turned my ankle and went down in my driveway and scraped my knee. It was annoying through the week. Wore shorts or skirts to keep from rubbing the scab. It gave a bit of pain when I bent the knee. This morning about 3AM, OMG, The Pain! Barely could walk to the bathroom were I poured stuff on it, which bubbled. A half hour later I searched the cabinet and found some Darvocet that had been prescribed for Bobby for some injury or other (he declined). I figured I should take two since he's a kid. Oops, apparently 100 is the adult dose. But it helped me rest for a couple hours and the pain is dull enough that I can get Brendon to school. Then off to the doctor where I figure a shot is coming.

It looks normal enough, but there must be an infection inside the knee somewhere. But OMG Ouch! Not good.

Gronk. Lousy night's sleep. The upstairs neighbors decided that they would have their Sunday fight in the middle of the night instead of in the afternoon like they usually do. However, I am determined to get some things done today, so I am up.