Raisin oatmeal? Pretty please?

Mr Best Nurse got into a scrap with a patient and is being examined right now, so no meds for me for a little bit.

Raisin oatmeal it is.

I have a radio interview in five minutes, Fort Lauderdale.

TOO EARLY.

Then another at 7, I think. Then a 1:30, a 2:00, and an 8pm.

Ooh, someone's in demand.

My nurse now has his leg in a brace. Seems something was dislocated in the dustup.

Want pain meds now, and want my own bed. Can't see how I'll be getting to work today.

I'm terrible at this. I feel bad for those who have to interview me.

My interviewers this morning asked if my name is a pen name. That happens surprisingly often.

Well, paperdol isn't exactly conventional nomenclature.

And knowing how tongue-tied and pith-lacking you get, I can only imagine how dry those interviews must be.

I wish they'd woken me for the fight, or that my ride had still been here. I'm in precisely the mood to share pain, or at least to watch someone annoying suffer.

It's the same insurance company that I currently have. I wonder if I can just call and ask?

Kat, you should call, but get their response confirmed in writing before you make a change.

Kat, what Bobbi said.

We're under five weather warnings all flood related including a flood advisory specific to the river that runs through my town.

Much head-ma for ita. I can't even conceive of going through what you're going through.

Kat, you should call, but get their response confirmed in writing before you make a change.

Yes, this - both from UC's benefits person and the insurance co. Having worked for UC, (B not LA), the answers about benefits were always suspect. A friend is still trying to get an answer w/r/t her maternity leave 2 weeks after she had the baby -- and you would think they would know how to figure those out by now.

paperdol, I doubt that you're a bad interview. We have lots of proof here that you can string a pithy sentence together in a matter of seconds, all your subjects and verbs will match and that you can make yourself understood.

That they expect anyone to do this so early in the morning, however, is cruel.

What Jamaicans will be eating in the year 2000 (predictions made in 1969): [link]

Milk that never saw a cow, fruit that never grew on a tree or in the ground, and steak bearing no relation to a bullock -- in other words, fabricated food. It sounds a little distasteful and perhaps unbelievable but, according to eminent scientists studying food science it is inevitable and will be soon on our tables.

Take the steak for instance. Soya beans can be woven to resemble a bullock's muscle, the fat presents no problem nor do vitamins, colouring is simple and flavour can be injected to order. The stuff can be even made to suit the taste buds of an institutional canteen or those who like to see blood.

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Food Technologists also forecast the days of communal feeding, when whole sections of the community, several streets joined together, would be served by a communal kitchen. Mrs. Community, tired of her cooking chores, will simply pick up the phone and order any variety of quality convenience foods from the self-serving central chef. An indication of this trend is visible at the moment in the home delivery services of some restaurants and also the ready to heat TV Dinners. Quality at the moment may leave a lot to be desired but in the future, new methods of keeping food such as A.F.D. (Accelerated Freeze Drying) and cooking Infra-Ray Ovens will keep the gourmets happy. The result - less time spent on cooking and shopping and more time for leisure.