TAR: I know, about the food. The eating challenges always suck. No matter if the food is excellent, you're always eating a quantity that makes you sick and miserable. I was disappointed on the front that I wanted to see someone do the bagel challenge anyway.

It's always bizarre when they get so far apart. It's like I can't concentrate on the teams who are doing a completely different set of challenges.

And OMG! People! I had to look away during the piano tuning challenge. Those poor pianos! They'll never recover.

I actually don't really like the "serious" bits like the landmines and the concentration camp. I feel like, in this context, there's no way to treat them seriously or with the background and respect they deserve. I'm not really going to TAR for my social awareness, you know? But then, I guess I feel that way about the whole race, and I still watch.

I have delivered the Scola to his hotel.

Emmett suggests that a Coca Scola would have a lemon flavor. (Emmett likes lemon so that's not a veiled comment on sourness.)

That is Of The High Suck, ita, and I am sorry. My prescription is wallow in feeling shitty and eat pie for 24 hours, and then figure out why. Then let it rest for a couple of weeks and figure out how/if you want to go from there.

You are freaking amazing to have done all this with the physiological and psychological equivilant of a bullet lodged in the spine.

I would offer to kick someone's ass, but well, it wouldn't fix anything, you could DIY and I'd have to use a sniper rifle, and those bitches leave gun oil on my nice shirts.

Bayarea buffistas got a good idea of me in the morning. Everyone was talking about Lee's hair. I had hugged her hello , exchanged a few words with her , and she had handed me a mimosa. All I could say was that somehow , I hadn't actually seen her hair yet. - This was true, but really odd. How ever the color is a very good colr - bright - and looks like it belongs on her. and yes, it is very short, but I think it is going to be extremely versatile. It looks really good, and very right.

My prescription is wallow in feeling shitty and eat pie for 24 hours, and then figure out why. Then let it rest for a couple of weeks and figure out how/if you want to go from there.

Pretty close. I added unsweetened Dutch cocoa and an Ambien (some headache, plus completely racing thoughts, and I didn't manage to get what I needed (a detailed list of my general shortcomings as a kravver (uh, I kinda figured you were okay so I was looking at the other people--thanks)) to quiet my brain down.

But I'm much more settled now. Also because my mother piped up with the suggestion that now I can focus on getting an advanced degree before I turn 40. I have to love that woman for the purity and unassailability of her delusions.

You are freaking amazing to have done all this with the physiological and psychological equivilant of a bullet lodged in the spine.

Now that you mention it, I think passing the test would have meant I won. That the migraines weren't taking the important things from me. Even though I don't want to blame the failure on them, because that hurts too.

That the migraines weren't taking the important things from me.

They didn't. You didn't curl up in a ball and die, or piss and moan and quit. And you would have been well within your rights to do so. I would have, but then I am a great whiny baby when it comes to, oh, incapacitating PAIN.

Passing would have been a great good thing, but you didn't fail, you know. You didn't get the belt, but you didn't FAIL. Cause failing is being a whiny bitch and copping out, and you didn't.

Video on how to make peeps: [link]

If you live in NY, you can get peeps covered in dark chocolate: [link]

I am up way earlier than I need to be today. I don't quite know what to do with all this extra morning time. I'm already showered and made up. Dressed will happen as soon as the dryer finishes. I finally have gotten around to getting the first ep of Life on Mars S2, so I'm going to choose the easy path and watch that.

Great to see Kat's fonts.

I'm definitely up earlier than I need to today, except in the cats' opinions, since it was Food Time over an hour ago by their much-superior-to-human clocks.

I'm up way earlier than I need to be. Also, way earlier than I want to be, since I'm going to need to stay up late for the seder tonight.