finally reinstalled Quicken. Damn. It appears in the HD crash of 2008 (yes, it's momentous, so give it heavy sounding name), it appears my quicken file of YEARS, like 10 years, corrupt. Gone. Bye bye. Uggg.

Learn from my mistake, please Please PLEASE make back ups!

/PSA

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Oh, damn, oa, that sucks.

I woke up at a decentish hour this morning, and was so happy--figured then I could go to SLEEP at a decent hour tonight, right?

But no, ended up with a migraine and had to sleep away the afternoon. So now I'm terribly awake. GAH.

Also, tried to file my stupid unemployment claim, and it was all "Have you or will you get paid for this week" and then wants to know how much. I'm like "I don't really know, I haven't GOT IT YET" but I'm afraid if I lie (cause eventually, I'll get a severance check), they'll come find me and bankrupt me or something (OK, my brain is paranoid and melodramatic)

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My doctor thinks I have a bladder infection. I'm trying to drink some cranberry juice. This is disgusting. I can see why this stuff is usually sweetened.

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Ooh. I love it mixed with club soda and lime juice, but then you'd have to drink even more (I'm not a fan of the plain or sweetened varieties by themselves).

I feel like I've read the whole internet. Or at least, all the places I go on it.

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I think the only way I've ever liked cranberry juice is in this drink that my sister always makes for Thanksgiving with cranberry juice and prosecco. And she uses cranberry juice cocktail for that. (Also makes a version for the people who don't drink alcohol with some sort of fancy bubbly French lemonade and the cranberry juice, which is also pretty good.)

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I think if you can get cranberry juice with artificial sweetener it doesn't affect the infection. It's only sugar that feeds the wee beasties.

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finally reinstalled Quicken.

...there was a brief, puzzled moment in which I went to a "There can only be ONE!!!" headspace - but I'm guessing you're not an immortal sword-wielding dude. Although I've been wrong before.

Meanwhile, I should be making up a script for Mr Wolf's Pancakes, tailoring it to the kids in my drama group. As they've just auditioned, and been quite hilarious. But...I think I may go home, hit the gym, and get some yummy dinner before I go and audition for a part in Neil Simon's Rumors.

I don't feel terribly hopeful, because I suspect there will be shitloads of people auditioning, and I was a bit crap in my last auditioning thing (and am, apparently, bitter about having only got a very wee role in the Fringe! Even though I'm reminding myself that there are no small parts, just small actors, blah blah blah BUT I'M THE STAR, DAHLING! SPOTLIGHT! SPOTLIGHT! LOOK AT MEEEEE!!!!! ). Grr. I'll be so much more able to enjoy the Fringe if I know I've got a proper role to look forward to and to be learning afterwards.

sighs

Oh, my vast and brittle ego, how pitiful it is.

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Hmm. I'm trying to avoid articifial sweeteners. I think I'll wait for the rest of these test results to come back before trying this any more -- I don't feel like I have a bladder infection, but the doctor thinks I might (it was swollen or something, and the blood tests indicated that I've got some sort of infection), so i've got a urine test that we're waiting for. I figured that drinking some cranberry juice while waiting would be a decent idea, but I didn't expect it to be this gross.

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...there was a brief, puzzled moment in which I went to a "There can only be ONE!!!" headspace - but I'm guessing you're not an immortal sword-wielding dude. Although I've been wrong before.

Hahahaha! OMG, I so needed that. Immortal? Noooo. But there was a time... a time when I played a bald headed, sword yielding Monk. Ah those were the days. MM, have ya got that transporter working yet??? Or at least a couple of them cookies!?!

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But there was a time... a time when I played a bald headed, sword yielding Monk.

Now i wanna see a sword yielding monk. "Oh, alright then, have it if it means so much to you."

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