that will set off a shitstorm that will make the worst of the Bureaucracy kerfluffles look like a polite disagreement.

My title for that in the imaginary Buffista history is: The Day Preferential Voting Made Sophia Cry.

Aw, hell. Tep, I'm so sorry you had such a shitty weekend/Monday.

Happy (Belated) Birthday, Cindy!!!

Sadly, I think oatmeal is the closest thing we're going to find to a cardiac Liquid Plumber/roto-rooter.

There are tenuous plans afoot for some very casual, unofficial gatherings of people who are disgusted with the status quo. Although the term "splinter group" might well describe it, no one wants to call ourselves that at this point. Because that will set off a shitstorm that will make the worst of the Bureaucracy kerfluffles look like a polite disagreement.

Yikes.

Aw, Tep. Sorry to hear about the crap weekend. We can commiserate in Crap Weekendland.

Sean, vibing hard for you and S. I'm so glad the treatment went well and she's home again.

Thanks, JZ. Though she's not actually home yet. Still, they've taken her off all her IVs, so she's not attached to anything any more, and can get up and walk around without bothering the (incredibly sweet and understanding) nursing staff.

Also, they started her on soft foods this morning, so her starvation from a weekend of clear liquids (which mean they bring her beef or chicken broth every time, despite it saying VEGETARIAN on her chart and her menu card in BIG FRIGGIN' LETTERS).

No seriously. And when she's said "I don't eat meat," to food service staff, they've actually in the past responded "It's not meat, it's broth."

Cindy, I lost yesterday. I swear I had it in my hand but I must have set it down somewhere. I'm sorry I missed saying happy birthday on the day.

Happy Birthday and I hope the rest of the year is as rich as your cake.

Also, a very happy belated birthday to you, Cindy. My apologies for not saying something on the day. I was a bit distracted.

Aw, Tep. Sorry to hear about the crap weekend. We can commiserate in Crap Weekendland.

Ooof. Sean, my whines are *nothing* compared to what you and S. are going through. I wish I could do more than just hold you in my thoughts.

So I'm wired, practically vibrating from tension, and I can't calm down. Swell.

Oh, man, I know that feeling so so well. I'm sorry. I hope that you can get through this day without something coming along causing a snap. And, GOD, this stuff with your dad. GOD. I'm sorry.

Problem is, asshat!President's basic feeling is that anyone who doesn't volunteer isn't welcome to be a part of the group.

Obviously, this is the only power potential he has.

((((Teppy))))

No seriously. And when she's said "I don't eat meat," to food service staff, they've actually in the past responded "It's not meat, it's broth."

::facepalm::

I'm not eating meat at the moment. And, yeah. I've had to remind people that broth made with meat? Still not vegetarian-friendly.

Ugh. So sorry.