I Know you are. may work people come to their senses and this just be the end of Devi's illness

Oh, sarameg. I'm sorry. That all sounds just lousy.

I'm a big fan of any kind of pouch-like food: pierogis, knishes, dumplings, wontons, Hot Pockets -- you name it.

I am Steph. I love all those things beyond reasonableness. Ooh, and I can make pierogis myself. Which I do in large, large batches which I freeze, because damn they are a lot of work. Not as much work as potstickers, but still. But then I can put whatever I want in them. Potatoes and cheese, ricotta, apple, peach. Nom nom nom.

The Verizon guy is gay? I'm not sure why I feel pleased to know that. Probably because it's none of my damned business.

Ugh, sara. You're dealing with illness and a new job. That's a lot of stress. In a month you'll meet Kat's noodles! Gotta have a focus.

I can't wait for the noodles! Really looking forward to them in my arms. It'd just be better if I wasn't worried about having to board Dev at short notice with meds and I wasn't pissed about the job. Sigh. I guess I'll ask the vet about boarding for Dev tomorrow too. Just in case. Better to have to cancel that than be fucked.

And this is so random, but have I mentioned here that my friend's coworker is apparently dating the Verizon ad guy? He picked him up in a bar having no idea who he was.

Your friend's coworker is a very fortunate man. Or, possibly, Amish.

I can't find my pliers and I'm disproportionately bothered by this. But without the pliers I can't disconnect the cable input from the non-functioning HD TiVo (probably Time Warner's fault--they have a 50% hit rate with cable card reliability) and connect it to the old TiVo so I can watch Heroes and Journeyman. Now, I do have cable plugged straight into the TV, so I can watch them, but I'd have to do it in real time and everything.

So it's a very first world reason that's threatening to make my headache worse.

When you factor in that the last time I remember using the pliers was to pull the cork out of a tequila bottle from the freezer (but FUCK was that some good tequila), it's even worse.

My apartment is a mess and I feel like a slob and I have no migraine meds AND I HAVE NO TIVO.

No Tivo and no meds seem unsalvageable.

I went to yoga for the first time since July. Oof.

sara, Warm thoughts for Devi and for your meeting.

Or, possibly, Amish.

Yeah, seriously! How could you not know who he was? He's ubiquitous.

Ack! Blargh, ita. Having no Tivo is not fair to this world. Call lori and see if she can come over. I bet she knows where her pliers are no problem.

But you aren't a slob. Your life is not easy right now, and one of the areas you can cut yourself some slack is your housecleaning. Don't sweat it.

Oh lovely. There was a cop-involved shooting at the mall next to me not long ago.

Okay. Found the pliers. And even better, formulated a plot better than unhooking cable from the new TiVo.

The apartment still is a mess though. I don't think I've ever let where I lived get this grotty. And I can hear my mother saying "Doesn't that make you feel worse???" even though I absolutely know she wouldn't say it now. Which, kinda, makes it feel worse.

So inbetween recalibrating the old TiVo to work without a set top box (no higher order channels for me for a while), I will pick up and dust the living room. It's by far the least I can do.

Fucking wish the headache would go away, or someone would prescribe me something for it so I'm not faced with all or nothing decisions that involve the ER (because that's going to be nothing for the next little while).