OMG in my box of oreos I got one half of an Oreo ^® cookie. Like, not even the white stuff in the middle. I got an or.

I blame quantum tunneling check, on the other side of any nearby potential energy gradients for the splinched Oreo ^®.

1/4 of the way through report. I hates it.

I'm getting spam on my phone too. Joke of the day crap.

I don't understand many peoples' motivation.

Thanks, sara. I'm a little foggy about today, but what I can remember wasn't good. I ended up ditching work at 11, calling B and then Polgara for a ride into the ER (could not think enough to cab it--did I mention this one was a contender for worst migraine ever?). Then I see it's asshat doctor, who was actually pleasant-ish, although he did threaten me with a spinal tap.

And I mean threaten. He needs to join Brenda Leigh Johnson on Closer. Asshole.

Then when I tried to leave he had to test my walking to see if I could do it without weaving.

Bitch. I have a ride for that, thanks. A ride that's waiting outside that you won't let me go out and talk to.

He was getting around to me, he said¹. When the elderly couple started to ask for attention and his reply was "Tell them I'm busy. I told them twenty minutes ago it'd be in half an hour²" I took the back exit. Yay me for being that familiar with the hospital.

Fuckers.

I don't have the vocab for how bad my head was hurting. It's still pretty bad, but this time I can fall a bit asleep.

And god, am I zonked. I probably did more unsupervised posting than was strictly recommended. Crossed wires.

msbelle, will Mac let me borrow the car? He cam have my motorbike.

I wish I remembered when my mother was landing here today.

¹: I swear, he made it sound like it was my fault for actually wanting the stuff he prescribed.
²: I swear that's what he said, but there were drugs involved.

Okay, back to bed now.

report is over half done.

wish ita's head could be figured out.

I'm watching the skies for a falling star so I can wish ita's migraine on the asshat doctor in her stead.

reports are done. me to bed.

may we all sleep well and have better tomorrows.

I am sorry I stole all your awesomes! I must have used them all up, because my Monday & Tuesday were made of them!

We decided last night to skip any potential morning activities and just sleep in. Which was lovely. And then on the way home we were doing fine for time, so we decided to swing through the Petrified Forest since we'd had to hurry through with our last two sets of guests. It was also lovely.

And then my rehearsal canceled, yay, and my new private students rocked, yay.

So the only boo is the baffling lack of puppy. We went to the kennel to pick him up, only no one was there. Radio on, stuff going, but no one answering the door or phone. He hung out there for like, a half an hour, but nobody. The SO also didn't see the dog himself, which is sending me into paroxysms of worry, which is probably needless. But at a minimum, baffling.

Mother's here!

I don't know if it's the migraines, or the meds, or just time, but we've talked more during this visit than ever before. I'm being more candid, which I will chalk up to the pain. Obfuscation is more effort than I can muster.

Liese, I hope you find your dog with a minimum of fuss.

Gronklies! I've had just enough caffeine to be able to ironically add an exclamation mark to that. Maybe a little more will enable the mark to be un-ironiced. The tension knows no bounds here at Theodosian Manor in the morning.

Yesterday I found out there's a Monster.Com Job Fair right in downtown Boston at 11 AM, so nice to be able to 'prepare.' I've never gone to one of those things before, so I'll be able to pretend it's an Experience rather than a Humiliating and Fruitless Exercise as so much job searching seems to be.

Anybody ever been to one of these things? Is there anything that I should do, other than shout "Hand over the trinkets, booth weasel!" at the representatives of the companies that I actually hope to work for?

Oh, heh. The Atlanta Humane Society (Lucy's alma mater) is using discarded Michael Vick jerseys to line the puppy cages.