Bonny, hopefully I get that write up sent out tonight. I got a lil dinner party to attend, dunno how late it will go.

Anytime, anytime. I hope the food and company are good!

Also, in re: your ick...the surefire cold remedy I've been using successfully for the last 20 years is this:

Place 1,000 milligrams (mg) of ascorbic acid in a cup of water or juice. To make this drink, use ascorbic acid in the form of either esterified vitamin C, such as Ester-C, or a buffered product, such as calcium ascorbate. Take every half hour, keeping track of how much has been taken, until diarrhea results. Count the number of teaspoons needed to produce diarrhea. Subtract 1 from this amount, and take the resulting ascorbic acid drink every four hours for one to two days. During therapy, make sure the stool retains a tapioca-like consistency. If it again becomes watery, decrease dosage as necessary. Repeat therapy once a month.

Be sure to take a multivitamin and mineral complex to replace any lost vitamins and minerals during therapy.

If I get the slightest hint that I'm going to catch something, I do the treatment. If I do catch something, the treatment ensures that the illness leaves quickly and that my quality of life increases tenfold, over the times when I take otc medications.

To ease the yucky flavor factor, I've begun mixing the c powder with Trader Joe's Vegetable Garden juice...which I like much better than standard V8...though the spicy V8 is pretty great too.

The remedy first came to me through the top diagnostician for the med school at Emory U. Now I see it everywhere!

How's your ankle holding up, Tep?

It hurts, but I can walk on it fairly normally (slight limp). During the day, I wear one of those ACE bandage ankle brace thingies that looks like a sock with the toes and heel cut out, and it helps a lot.

But it still hurts enough that I don't envision running a marathon in my near future. (Gee, bummer.)

Dude, I wouldn't run 26 miles if someone was chasing me with a gun.

I do continue to be mma freak girl, however. The latest example of my new balance and flexibility occurred this morning in the shower when I shaved my legs by planting my foot on the wall. Freak.

I heard the craziest story last night. I have a bar-friend, as in we don't know each other that well, but we hang out at the bar together if we're both there. Last night she and her roommate were there and Mr. J and I sat with them and we all talked about relationships and marriage.

We were comparing notes on asshole husbands, and she said hers took the cake. I told her all about L's ex and she shared her stories about her ex's cheating, embezzlement and...trying to poison her.

About 6 months after they married she developed symptoms and was diagnosed with MS. When she started chemo, she kicked him out and all of her symptoms started going away, as in now-2 years later-she has been symptom free. She has gone back to the doctor recently, and while they are reluctant to tell her she doesn't have MS, a spinal tap showed strichnyne and mercury.

Crazy. (Also, people who know better than I would, two years with no symptoms is not normal right?)

Toys on my desk:

• Small, purple half geode
• Lump of iron pyrite
• Buddy Christ (gift from Joe and Aims one Christmas)
• Bobble-head scratchy
• Miniature laughing Buddha statue (gift from Plei one mutual visit to SF)
• 6" tall Lara Croft figure, wearing the short-sleeved wet suit from Tomb Raider 2 (gift to myself)

I have a number of gifts from Jilli and Pete that are not, in fact, on my desk, but scattered throughout the house, including my devil duck in the tub, where it should be, a print of one of Pete's magic card illustrations, and a Vampire: the Masquerade card featuring a Pete illustration of Jilli. As I say, none of these are on my desk, but since a number of things on my desk wound up there because Buffistas gave them to me, I didn't want them to feel left out.

Holy fuck, DJ, that's insane.

eta:

6' tall Lara Croft figure

Dude, seriously? That's one big desk.

Holy fuck, DJ, that's insane.

Isn't it? When she first said, "My ex-husband poisoned me," I thought it was hyperbole, like he was a really shitty cook or unsanitary or something. Nope. She meant as in actual attempted murder-or at least keeping her sick enough that she couldn't keep an eye on the business or go to law school.

when I shaved my legs by planting my foot on the wall

I'm mad impressed.

DJ, that is so scary. Is she pressing charges or anything? That dude needs to go down. Plus he'll do it again to some other poor woman!

I have an odd job. A 6' tall Mr. Potato Head just walked into the room.