Susan, GC & GF lots of peace~ma for you and yours. Cancer is so cruel, and I wish it could be literally beaten because I would happily contribute to kicking it's ass. Instead, I'll think thoughts filled with hope.

Steph, I'm glad you got some good, if strange, news about your Dad's heart. It's wonderful to hear about good doctors, who sit down and consider their patients as individual beings, who give advice based on what's best for them, and who explain it all well. Gold star for Dr. Cardiac.

Anyone around? I'm forty minutes into the second day of this meeting.

I'm putting off cleaning the apartment by listening to Car Talk and poking the Internet.

I am hopeful that I might be able to get my Sirius installed in the new car later today. I miss my dedicated NPR channels.

I just partially melted a servo, but it still works.

Mmm, Avon. And Servalan. Nice ones.

My mom had a bit of a crush on Omar Sharif from, I think, Dr. Zhivago, which may be why my dad has kept his handlebar mustache al these years.

I don't envy you having to have the pay-the-bills conversation, Laga. Necessary + not fun = PITA

Ouch, Laga. My sister's roommate is the same, and it's such a PITA.

Gronk.

I can't believe nobody has called Elizabeth Montgomery as a first crush yet. mmmm witchy goodness.

In other news... drill team porn

Laga, I'm sorry you're going to have to have a Talk with the roommate, but the burden can't fall on you, you're right. Sucks, though.

I'm awake. I can't breathe very well and have a bit of a headache, but I don't feel completely rotten. This cold can't decide if it's taking me down or going away. I would like it to go away. If I have a vote.