Oh, Joe. So sorry! Evil salt-in-the-wound-rubbing bitch!
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...meanwhile, my next comment is so painfully First World, diamonds-on-the-soles-of-my-shoes level whining that I think maybe you should look away now. Um. Sorry for the juxtaposition.
Things that are not lovely: noticing a suspicious fleck of darkness 2/3 of the way through your delicious choux pastry. Probing the confectioner's custard suspiciously with a fork. Discovering that it is an inch or so of small wormy/many legged beasty. Deceased.
Things that
are
lovely: the movie of
Stardust.
No, I've not yet read the book - nearly bought it several times, but once I heard there was a movie coming I eschewed it on purpose. And so glad that I did! Because, damn, that was an absolute delight, all the more so because (1) I didn't know what would happen next and (2) I wasn't thinking "no, no, you changed the story! fuckers!", as is so often the case with films of books.
I have a new movie to add to my shortlist of favourites.
they had a "new patient" Wtf, people? Don't you schedule for that?
I'm so over this island. I just want to go back to the US and have this baby there. It just takes all the fun out of pregnancy to be treated so poorlyall the time.
nods sadly
Happily I believe that this was the beasty in total, rather than half of it.
t /tattered silver lining
they had a "new patient" Wtf, people? Don't you schedule for that?
Um, barring an emergency (preferably life-threatening), I'd think someone with an appointment would come first. I don't see how being a new patient qualifies.
this is PR - maybe it was a pregnant man ...
Fay - ew! return to sender!
MM - sounds like the employment people need some customer service help... (or a task list that is not written on the back of a shopping list).
Poor Stephanie! I hate waiting in doctors' offices. I have the depressing feeling I've spent about 5% of my life doing that.
I doodle under almost any circumstances. It helps me focused and keeps me awake. My life is a long series of discarded napkins covered with 3-D cubes, font designs and drawings of the things on the table. My notes are a shorthand developed through 30 years of interviews and are completely inexplicable to someone else. After a year or so, they're completely inexplicable to me too. And the ice cream thing is just weird. I'd probably refuse, because I have a mild level of lactose intolerance that sometimes causes my intestines to behave in asocial ways.
Yay for VW's research orgasm!
The mummy hand is just irritating. I feel kind of feverish, probably from the tooth, so I'm sweating more than usual under the two inches of mummy wrappings. Also, I forgot to save the plastic bag from last week's Sunday paper, which is the very best way to shower with this thing on. At least it's finally a bit cooler here.
Skipping over a bit to say we're on our way to vacation. We're even on an earlier flight. New security thing the swabbed down my leg braces, I guess to make sure there were no odd substances on them.
It seems that things are done a little ass backwards in Puerto Rico.
Owen will not leave Olivia alone today. There was some pushing earlier.
MM - sorry for the job craptasticness - in all the different permutations you got to experience just this week.
vw - whoo hoo for researchy goodness.
