car~ma Daniel.

My sister wants to go to Oktoberfest. it would be just the two of us. There is talk in the Mom circuit that my sister may have realized she made a mistake when she married the asshat. I'm not sure what to do. I put some Baileys in my coffee.

Oh, Daniel, how frustrating! Much car~ma.

Someone shoot me now. I just spent two hours at the medical walk-in unit to get a cream for my stupid fungal infection. Only, no one believed me that that's what it was. I'm all, "Look. I've had this four times before. Give me the damn cream, and let me go home."

"No, this really looks like a bad bite. Are you sure you haven't been bit by something? How about your neck? Has you neck been stiff? Have you had a bad headache that you couldn't explain?"

@@ "Um, I've had viral encephalitis. I know where you're going with this track of questions. I feel fine except for this itchy fungal infection on my arm."

Where is everyone? Am I going to actually have to do work?

Get to work, bug. Those kids need some tutoring. Or is this some other kind of work?

I'm doing my edits on my book so I'm trying not to socialize. And I'm eating cookies.

I'm here! I went to the library today and then to see if I could trade in some books at the used book store, they only took some. I still have a huge bag left and I'm going to hit up another bookstore tomorrow.

And I went grocery shopping and I have to laundry with the detergent I bought. While I'm doing that I'll be catching up on my dvr'd stuff. And getting serious about cleaning out the fridge.

Get to work, bug. Those kids need some tutoring. Or is this some other kind of work?

Actually, I'm trying to avoid tutoring work for a couple of hours. The students are sending me papers to look at, but I don't get paid for work outside the sessions (I know, I know! I'm such a pushover!), and I have schoolwork that *must* get done by Tuesday. So, I need to be doing that schoolwork. You know...setting a good example for my students!

But I don't waaaaannnnnaaaaa!

And I'm eating cookies.

I'm for this part of the plan, anyways. I'm eating twizzlers. And making a plan with myself of what I MUST complete before I'm allowed to watch Desperate Housewives at 9pm.

I'm here vw. Avoiding doing any work, so I'm watching the Angels game while waiting for the Yankee game (LET"S GO YANKEES!!!!).

I really don't want to go to work @ 10pm. Uggg. Where is that transporter??

And getting serious about cleaning out the fridge.

When you're done, could you come do mine? I think I have 4 half-gallons of milk in there, and I'm guessing none of them are good anymore.

I have some pots I pushed in there because I couldn't find any storage containers so they need to be washed.

I'd rather clean out someone else's fridge rather than mine.

I'd rather clean out someone else's fridge rather than mine.

Isn't that always the truth!

Also, omnis, I'm ignoring you, because you're rooting for the Yankees. Just so you know there's a reason :).