ita, when you're blood splattered I prefer it be from your sparring partner.

Matilda has successfully transmitted her cold to JZ and I.

I don't get colds that often anymore because Emmett gave me everything local between his first and third years. But I must've missed this one.

Just an annoying, snuffling, sneezy head cold. Feh.

But who has a key to ita's place?

doesn't matter, paperdol. I will go and get uncool yet fun pjs from target and a toothbrush. But only if she tells us where she is.

Email B!

don't have his email.

insent!

fresh jammies and toothbrush to the rescue!

And Noah is an expert on hospitals, so he can tell the staff what's the what.

The listen live thingy for paperdol is down! Boo!!!!

Jesus, ita. And thanks to her friends.

I'm about to crawl off to bed. 4.5 year old have more energy than any creature should. The younger nephew is being a dream during the day and rather crankoriffic at night. This coincided with my beginning to take care of them, but since his eating habits changed so dramatically i without input from me, I think it's not me, but a growth...something.

ita - I can't believe the things you've been enduring these past - well, this past year (at least). I'm glad that there are people who can ride to the rescue with pjs and a toothbrush.

On another topic, interesting review of the FNL soundtrack.

I would like to call this the home stretch. Though I'm not sure if I'm abusing the metaphor. I don't know if anything other than pain relief or (perhaps and) hitting someone can make me feel better.

It's been a lame-assed comedy of errors, and the steak and mashed potatoes sounded good on the phone, but I've never ever had mashed potatoes this bad. I'm not sure how they managed to ruin them.

The fruit platter is sour, but I can handle that. I didn't order soup, so I'm not sure what's up with the bowl.

If the bread pudding disappoints, I might actually cry. I wish that were hyperbole. I'm just tired and nothing feels right.

I did get a chance to talk to B, which was nice. Summarising the last 20 odd hours took some of the irritation away.

But none of the pain.

Meanwhile, nursing shift change #2, after I'd bonded so well with this last one. I have to reestablish myself and I hate that. Everyone asks the same questions and tells me to breathe deeply at the same points, and now they're taking my blood repeatedly too. But no one will tell me what the discharge criteria are. Perhaps because it's blatantly obvious I'll lie to get out.

Honestly, I miss the shrink.