My ER visit was way weird. So far my admission is way boring. But I didn't sleep last night and therefore slept all day. Tonight will be...fun.

Or something. Thanks for the sympathy.

They say I can leave tomorrow if my head isn't hurting. Lying around for two days kinda helps. It's when I start moving around and doing that it's a problem. I still hope I can get out.

need to call in sick for krav tomorrow. Oops.

Oy ita. All further misfortune:avert.

He is. He's got a dozen or so white hairs on his chest. I just got him this week. He's 10 and a bit, well, fat, and a total sweetheart. His old people called him "Fat Boy", which just will not do.

Yay, bookstores! Not any other comment, really. Just sort of a truism.

Oof, ita. Being off-schedule isn't fun in the best of circumstances, and I can't imagine being up at night in a hospital would be better.

You could call him "Winston" or maybe "Alfred" or "Hitchcock," if you want to continue the reference to his girth and age. And, go you for adopting an older cat!!

Amarna also has the stray white hair on her chest; actually, it's only one white hair, right smack between her front legs.

Hi ita! I'm sorry you are stuck in the hospital, but at least there's less hurting.

I just found out that next weekend is teacher discount weekend at Borders. 25% off all purchases, school and personal. Whoo!

It kinda bums me that I'm not considered a teacher, by teacher they mean K-12. I feel like since I teach and since I actually earn less than most teachers who've been teaching for as long as I have, I should qualify for teacher discounts. I'd certainly buy more books if they gave it to me.

"Overheard Everywhere" seems to include a couple of made-for-the-buffistas conversations.

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Professor: I've decided to move the midterm to next week, because apparently we are missing a substantial amount of Jews.

Student to friend: Holy crap! Passover just saved my ass!

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Girlfriend pointing at guy in kilt: Look, he's wearing a skirt! What a freak!

Boyfriend, releasing her hand: That's a kilt. I'm Scottish. Fuck you!

His old people called him "Fat Boy"

You could call him Oppenheimer.

burrell - insent

You could call him "Winston" or maybe "Alfred" or "Hitchcock,"

And I went straight to Slim. (eta - oooh, Oppenheimer is good!)

They say I can leave tomorrow if my head isn't hurting.

Um. Hm.

Head not hurting is a good goal. I hope they help you out with that.

Burrell, he just answered to that. Well, once, at least. I have the sliding door open, so there's outside to be stared at through the screen.

I have also discovered that I can bake individual cookies in my toaster oven.