My life is so much better when I don't talk to her. SO MUCH BETTER.

This may be too personal a question, P-C, but... is she going through menopause? Because I had this thought about a million times about my mother, and didn't realize that's what was causing it until she was out of it.

I don't think this is her only reasoning for being crazy, mind you, but just a thought that struck me...

I don't know. Does it usually last eight years?

She's...Jesus, she's 48. She's almost 50! My parents aren't supposed to age. What the hell.

Ailleann, if menopause caused this kind of craziness, my mother's been going through it for the past 50+ years.

I don't know. Does it usually last eight years?

It may be supplemented by Raging Bitca-itis.

P-C, I am 8 years younger than your mom.

Oh, Ginger! Scary! I hope you get through.

Frustrating, PC.

I am exhausted. Spent the day at the museum with Theodosia and another friend and her kids. Wow. I'm just so tired.

Aaargh.

Is Daisy Jane around? She'd appreciate this. This is, no shit, a verbatim transcript of a call I just got:

MM: [company], this is Joe, how can I help you?

Customer: Hi Joe, we spoke about two minutes ago and you gave me some pricing?

MM: Okay.

Customer: So, I need to add your name to my notes.

MM: Okay.

Customer: ...

MM: ...

Customer: So, your name...?

MM: ...is Joe.

Customer: Okay, thanks.

Note that she called me by name when I answered!

Seriously, how do these people manage to not go around with their underwear on their heads and lipstick on their asses? These people have drivers licenses! We should all live in constant terror at all times.

Very impressive, um [consults notes], Joe.

Sorry your mom's frustratin you, P-C, but she is sick and that makes the wacky go to 11.

It's an insanely difficult choice, and one I haven't made yet. My friend and I realised that I'm the heroine in a romance novel, with this choice between York and Cardiff. York is the nobleman, a bit frayed around the edges, but with excellent breeding and stature. Quirky, though, with a bit of a dark side. And Cardiff is the always-cheerful blokey dude, frank and open and welcoming. Not as prestigious, but there's just something about him...

The first time I read this (in COMM) I was at work –high school- and we have NetNanny (which, BTW, anyone know a better program? We’re shopping around for one…).

NetNanny decided that “heroine” was too scandalous a word for students to read; it edited it to “. . . I realised that I'm the ****** in a romance novel, with this choice between York and Cardiff.”

I was all, huh? Bitch? Whore? Harlot? Cocksucker? WHAT IS SA?

And then I get home and it’s HEROINE? HEROIN is a drug. Not heroine. W.T.F.

Also….”realised?” SA’s getttin’ all Britified…

ION, today some of my students started looking up stuff for our suicidal poetry unit.

Quotes:

“What is UP with Goths anyway?”

“You are weird, Ms.G.” (After showing them the frontispiece for Jilli’s website (GCS).)

“All my “suicidal poetry” searches keep leading me to Christian blogs. Is there a correlation?”

I'm picking up shoes after work

I read this as “I'm puking up shoes after work.” I blinked a couple of times, and thought, Wow, she’s REALLY sick. Lucky, but ill.