It's weird because Meg is not communicating with me directly. Last night I got an email from Mom that Meg wanted to go to Oktoberfest with me and then later that she could pick me up if I wanted to go watch the (hallelujah!) Bears game at our brother's house.

So I emailed Mom to that effect and asked if she could please confirm or deny that a breakup is happening so that I can give my fingernails a rest. I figure if Meg wanted to talk to me directly she knows where to reach me.

Hey, taking apart the bits I was pretty sure i could get back together and poking randomly seems to have restore suckage! Woo-hoo!

As far as I know Meg is breaking up with the asshat.

if that was his hail-mary pass - yup. though {{lagafamily}}

Will there be a party? Shall we call I.C.E. and blow kazoo's as they cart him away? Or would that be tacky?

omnis is adorkable when sugarstoned. ::passes pez and sweettarts through the internets::

We discovered this weekend by accident that she is calling everything in baltimore 'real'.

This reminds me of Calvin Trillin's pride when his 4-year-old daughter, raised in New York, said "Daddy, how come in Kansas City the bagels taste like just round bread?"

Oh, indirect communication in midst of stress is extra tough. I hope your sister talks to you soon, Laga, and that the situation is resolved in some positive way.

My temp job did a massive overhaul of their computer system over the weekend. The two results this monday were: (1) I was blocked from B.org and all other forums type places. (I think more people can expect this with new upgrades.); (2) The calendaring software we use (in the Calendar Department) wasn't installed. So we couldn't do any work all day.

Fortunately my boss is cool and let me stay instead of sending me home without temp pay. And I worked on my book edits most of the day.

But I can't see B.org from work now.

But I can't see B.org from work now.

Tragedy! I hate when things get blocked that I'm used to seeing at work. Recently, the NYC Board of Ed blocked Gmail. It was devastating, at least at first.

((laga)) I hope she's kicking him to the curb. I also hope that you and Meg have your old relationship back soon.

Gris, high school. The student who wrote the email is a senior.

This reminds me of Calvin Trillin's pride when his 4-year-old daughter, raised in New York, said "Daddy, how come in Kansas City the bagels taste like just round bread?"

swooches Ginger.

Ooof. Evil blocked places.

I have not yet attempted to access much from new work.

Especially because the monitor was near to giving me a migraine (and I barely looked at it all day).

Do y'all think it's routine to take a new employee out for lunch the first day? I thought it was, but perhaps I am mistaken.

I am overwhelmed and emotional.