Well, I'm at least admitted. No one has yet told me what they're going to do to me in my admitted state. It had better not fucking be what they did the last two times because that was tedious and provided no pain relief.

I'd love to be able to get anyone's attention politely.

I don't think my Nurse Call button works.

Allyson, never mind the charger. I should put the phone down anyway.

~ma to ita's poor head

sorry about the Playboy gig, shrift.

congrats on the book deal, Jilli!

I think that's about all i have in me right now. i'm ready to get the heck out of here, i know that.

Dude, my day is not nearly as bad as ita's or shrift's.

But I tried to get my ducks in order and instead they nibbled me to death. Well, not quite to death. But I'm just now eating my breakfast muffin (whitey) if that tells you anything.

Started out well--the SO rented a car for me while he's in NM next few days. It was partially free, so nifty, and they gave me a PT Cruiser. Ha! But I went to buy a tarp and get some cash and some groceries. Bought a cup of coffee, which I immediately spilled all over the interior of the rental.

Cleaned it up, making me late to get back to the house where I was meeting the firewood guy. (Great load of oak & aspen, he stacked it really nicely for me, including on the porch.) Then I went inside and realized I'd missed a call from the propane guy while I was chatting with the firewood guy. Called him to tell him I'd be there, but late. Walked out the door to pay the firewood guy and...

Locked it behind me. With my wallet in my pocket but not, you guessed it, my keys. With the SO in, as I may have mentioned, NM. I bang on the neighbor's door and he gets me a ladder so I can break into my house. Whereupon I call the propane guy and tell him I'm going to be even later, and to go ahead. And run out the door...

Forgetting my camera, which I was supposed to take to the house today to take interior pictures while the drywall is not yet finished. Arrived at the site just in time to tell the propane guy his location was fine when in fact, I should have had him angle it a little bit away from the house.

So then I have to do the whole run over again, including going back to the store and getting a larger tarp, which made me wrestle with it to cover the woodpile because of the impending big storm. Which made me miss the SO's call, making both of us cranky when we did talk to each other. And I still have to go back to the house to take photos, but now I'm going to wait until after the workday is over so I'm out of the way of the drywallers. Who will probably be finished when I go back, so I won't get a pic of the insulation. But oh well.

The upshot of all of that are really good things. The house is going well, and quickly. Got the propane in. Got a really nice load of wood in. got a nice car to tool around town in. But I got absolutely no work done today, and I totally just want to build a fire and hunker down.

shrift - sorry for the playboy tease. that sucks. does it sort of make it better that you can now truthfully and obliquely refer to the "playboy interview" that you did and then say "I can't talk about it until the issue comes out..."? (which would be never)

Timelies all!

Sorry you didn't get the job, shrift.

ugh, just got a spam call on my cell phone.

What should you do when confronted with a gun-wielding madman?

Shit, ita. I'm sorry your at the hospital again. I hope you get some relief quickly.

Sorry about the job, shrift. Eff them.

I have been brought ice cream and crackers, but no doctor.

tommy, that article is about in line with what we teach at krav, although we've been told not to bother serpentining. I'm sure there's a break even point with the angle of the serpentine and the speed ground is covered.

I wonder if every room in Neuro is noisy, or just the ones I get admitted to.

Well, ice cream is a good thing, right? Doctor WITH ice cream (and a freakin' cure) would have been ideal.

Hey, does anybody have a good, easy suggestion for me for cooking the salmon filets i have defrosting in my fridge right now? I'm going to roast some potatoes & green beans with it. I rarely have cooked fish (although I love it) so i'm a little unsure.

Any drugs, at least??

OK, who wants to help me with my Secret Snowflake (seriously) gift for work? It has to start with DB, and be under $10, so David Boreanaz is out. I was thinking drawstring bag, but I'm not sold on the idea. I think I have a little disco ball ornament somewhere I can tie on the gift, too. What else? Some kind of book? I don't know her taste, so I guess I could call a blank notebook a drawing book. Help me, Buffistas! You're my only hope.