I am horizontal. Just took some more asthma meds, the good cough medicine, drank a glass of water and ate two popsicles. Hopefully, that will calm me enough to sleep. We'll see. I'm kind of wide awake, which is annoying.

wide awake sucks. I hope you can drift off soon.

(((vw))) Pneumonia too? I hope you are sleeping soundly now.

omnis, as a fellow crutch user I think situations like that are a good reason to accidentally trip someone. So rude.

I've been up for over 26 hours. I need to think about bed soon.

Second day of parent conferences. Super-yay! Wish me luck!

Also, o_a, I totally get the little-irritants thing. Er, also, this is totally just a trying-to-visualize curiosity thing, but how do you carry the bag? I mean, obviously you must be able to carry things, I'm just having trouble visualizing. Maybe I'm picturing the wrong crutches. How can I go on without a full mental picture?!?!?!

ETA: Keeping in mind that of course I don't know what you look like, so it's a picture with a person-shaped blur in the center of it anyway. A snarky blur, but a blur nonetheless.

t tangent

...it struck me, earlier today, that Cindy (the little girl in my class famous for her Blinvisible Sandwich skillz), not only looks REMARKABLY like Pucca, but her English grammar is basically Catspeak. "I can haz cheeseburger?" is a pretty standard Cindy-style sentence.

God, I heart Cindy. Personality-wise, she's more Lilo than Lilo.

t / tangent.

So, home from the ER. Ready for a really big laugh? 'Cause this one is FUN-NY!

Dude, laughing is totally a bad idea when you've been hacking up a lung. Nobody say anything funny around vw, we don't want to give her a hernia.

At this rate you should be able to get your professors to not only understand late work, but if you swing it right, by the time you have finished explaining what is wrong, you could have 'em doing your laundry for you.

t /not helping

Sorry. But yeah, that sucketh mightily.

Dude, laughing is totally a bad idea when you've been hacking up a lung. Nobody say anything funny around vw, we don't want to give her a hernia.

True, true. Actually, with my coughing after I got home last night, I was pretty sure mom was gonna take me back to the hospital. She was not pleased.

At this rate you should be able to get your professors to not only understand late work, but if you swing it right, by the time you have finished explaining what is wrong, you could have 'em doing your laundry for you.

Wouldn't that be nice. If only I could get them to return my e-mails.

Slept for a few hours. Not enough.

It would be the perfect solution if you could sleep for a week straight, getting up often enough to use the bathroom and drink some broth and take your meds, then wake up mostly well. Too bad the universe doesn't bend to my will as often as I would like.

So this is me, wearing shoes, socks, pants, shirt and earrings that all match, mildly freaking about the cat hairs on the brand new shirt that I haven't even put on yet to go over what I've got on and fancy it up a bit.

I'm wearing makeup for goodness sake.

I may be dressed for success. If not, at least I look pretty darn good for my lunch date with Daniel afterwards.

Trying to remember that I love my job as it is, and that as long as they choose someone who can do the job well for the residents in that group home, I will go right on being happy. I see an opportunity, and it is a good thing to reach out for it. But if they choose someone else for this position, I will be ok with it.

And just checked the weather... holy cow it's cold out there. Serious bundling up must occur, of the type that can frell hair styles. Oh well, everyone will be on even footing, unless there's some bald guy with a Patrick Stewart haircut applying.

Mmm, Patrick Stewart.

Wish me luck, y'all.

Luck, Andi! Knock 'em dead.