I'm not clear-headed enough to be eloquent, but grateful and relieved I can handle.

Woot!

::draws smiley face on page of drug protocols in ita's file at the ER::

Holy moly, it's total chaos time at Chez Zmayhem trying to get Emmett and Matilda (and one clean and caffeinated adult) out the door in half an hour. JZ's gone to do the East Bay run so I can write.

We mostly speak Matilda's own brand of gibberish which has a lot of pleasing glottal stops. Diggit Diggit Googoglezzhh Aye!

Matt Saracen - am I mistaken or is he looking rather. . . wet?

One drippy lad for ita's file.

We just saw Tina Fey's ad for American Express this morning. Very funny. "The Nanny says it's Octopus time."

I'm teaching my friends' babies to speak fake French!

Apparently I spontaneously started speaking fake French as a four-year-old because I was tired of being left out of (French) conversations.

I wake up this morning to see I was drugged out posting here in a couple threads as well as LJ. I do remember the status report text messages I sent out. But not two minutes ago I settle down to email my GP to tell him about the successful ER visit and right there in my inbox is a reply from him about same.

Oops. I may need to enact a no-internet protocol for about 8 hours after dilaudid. So far I haven't done anything bad, but who knows?

One viewer donated $35,000 for the right to program an entire hour and requested continuous play of Nena's "99 Luftballons" and "99 Red Balloons" videos for an entire hour. The station broadcasted the videos as requested from 2:00 to 3:00 p.m. EST on March 26, 2006

Clearly Zach Braff has too much money.

Clearly Zach Braff has too much money.

Or a VCR phobia.

Oops. I may need to enact a no-internet protocol for about 8 hours after dilaudid.

I don't know - I liked a contented and calm ita better than most drunk dialing.

In sucky news, Phil Frank who did the local Farley comic strip in the San Francisco Chronicle died of a brain tumor. (He also drew Elderberries.)

He had been a nationally syndicated cartoonist and then decided to just do a strip locally some thirty years ago, and it was such a part of the local experience. Just like that, we lose that big cast of characters. Feels weird and sad.

I am this close to declaring a dictatorship at work. No more revisions! No more opinions! No more vast overhauls of the document's structure!

I liked a contented and calm ita better than most drunk dialing.

It's a thing.

Most of the krav people don't like me calm. It worries them. Hot and sour is the temperament they prefer.

Okay, I'm actually going to work. This is very exciting.

If only I could pick something to wear--that's the problem with over-discussing one's wardrobe--everything's at the front of my mind.