Fred Pete - it took my mom two kidney transplants to get a good one, so hopefully the second time will be a charm for Teddy too.

Hang in there. Send Hubs my best wishes too.

Who's your cousin, bon?!?!

Also, I just whacked the everloving crap out of my leg, by opening a desk drawer, leaving it open, walking around my desk to get a file, and then walking back while reading the file. OW.

Damn that office furniture - you can never predict when it's going to attack!

~ma for Teddy! So you'll have five cats?

Who's your cousin, bon?!?!

No one here would know him-- I didn't even hear about this until my elderly aunt told me this weekend that he was temporarily in Jared Leto's band. I googled when I remembered today and...well, it's weird to see him in guyliner. Less scarring than ita finding slash about Colin, for sure.

I didn't even hear about this until my elderly aunt told me this weekend that he was temporarily in Jared Leto's band.

okay, that's the funniest thing I've read all day. What a path to fame!

In other scary things on the internet news, I just founds some pictures of me taken on H'ween that I didn't know were being taken. yikes.

Damn that office furniture - you can never predict when it's going to attack!

Seriously! Except maybe I could have predicted this.

I didn't even hear about this until my elderly aunt told me this weekend that he was temporarily in Jared Leto's band.

Hilarious.

Less scarring than ita finding slash about Colin, for sure.

My delight in Colin reading the slash really mitigates the emotional damage to myself.

Got a snippy voice message Sunday morning about unpaid rent from my new apartment manager, and a "shit or leave the pot" note taped to my front door yesterday. So I did my own snippy voicemail leaving, pointing out my cheque had been mailed in October, and if they could verify non-receipt I'd happily cancel it and re-issue.

Which meant I got another snippy voicemail today saying I should in future direct payments to the apartment manager. I think in future they should have an apartment manager on the first of the month--they certainly never informed me they had one. And they didn't for October 1st.

I'm just in the world's grouchiest mood. No painkillers and I've sworn off the ER for the next little while and my hands are shaking and my arms look like a junkie's delight of bruising and track marks. I have track marks.

This was not in the plan.

At least the burger for lunch was tasty.

Less scarring than ita finding slash about Colin, for sure.

My delight in Colin reading the slash really mitigates the emotional damage to myself.

I should have rephrased: less scarring than the scars ita should have incurred had she been a normal person who read slash about her best friend.

Yes, that sounds right.

I am totally normal. Take that back.