You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.

How is that a fortune?

It's not a fortune cookie; it's a platitude cookie.

You can't get fortune cookies with actual fortunes anymore. Umm... somebody might sue!

It's a "you're fortunate" cookie.

Annabel recently got a fortune saying her endeavors were going to prosper. Which I expect means she'll soon be able to play all the boards on her Clifford phonics game without help as well as making continued progress in the "scare parents by attempting headstands on the couch" department.

Whitefonted for Intestinal Icky:

last night I had gas so bad that I couldnt' sit or lie or anything. I was shivering and sweating at the same time. I have no idea what the hell happened

and the gas wouldn't... vent

as it were

This morning at five thirty I called the pharmacy and staggered over there and got some drugs. which helped by seven or so. it was one of the more painful events of my life. It wasn't just my abdomen, it was all up my back too.

So I'm home today. turns out my boss DID come in, boy is she going to be mad. man. I can hardly care at this point. I finally woke up at 3:30. I guess a night of sleepless agony really takes it out of a girl.

I'm hungry, but I don't know what to eat. the heck? Because if something else is going to make me want to explode? dont wanna do it

I have a too much stuff problem. Grrrrr....

I have to do some shredding. I really enjoy the saltuation on the paper shredding company's email:

We look forward to handling your destruction needs.

oy what a day. Can I have 2007 back? I know it ended craptastic for a lot of folks, but today? Today has been ugg.

Started with being woken with a mind splitting headache at 4am. I call it a migraine, tho I don't think it's technically one. But when it's the whole head, from neck to forehead, and it's throbbing enough to wake you from a sound sleep. Ya, crappy.

So the 3 tylenols helped that go away, but did make me wake late to get to work. Thankfully made it at 9:59 for the 10:00 meeting... that they started 10 minutes late. Whatever. Then I got stupid ass set designer (who looks like Sylar) being all whiney that his winblows machine can't log onto the wi-fi network. I'm sorry. I'm not IT, all I know is the bloody password, but please don't cut my head open (tho it might make it feel better). Then the crazy visiting SM was bitching that the password doesn't work for the wi-fi, only to discover she is trying to log into the WRONG NETWORK. I gave her clear instructions, wrote out the network name and password, that she clearly tossed as soon as I gave them to her. Then she has the nerve to say "o, well all of this would have been really nice to know BEFORE HAND". I'm sorry. I DID THAT. grrrrr. Then what felt like a MILLION other lil fires that just kept me from getting lunch. Now things are calming down a bit, but I'm working until midnight, and really not looking forward to pink noise at high sound levels for a space/show that really doesn't need it.

:: raises hand :: Can I go home? now!?!

/whine

Aimee, make sure to leave on good terms, after all, he is your landlord now. Yikes!.

Um. There was other stuff. But I think I need some more Tylenol again. :: sigh ::

{{{omnis_audis}}}

do your cowworkers need the stabbity-stab sqeaky-splorch treatment? Where is MM?

I just joined Epicurious and I am cracking up at the comments on this recipe Salted Water for Boiling.