Ok, hungry now.

Waiting to hear how Aims is doing...

Yay for the daycare center at least not being too crazy, Cash.

Went to the doctor, got prescriptions. Yippeee. Fingers crossed that I magically am NOT dopey on the topamax, but it still makes me lose weight (the desireable side effect). Oh, and, y'know, stops the migraines.

Also, I found out I'm supposed to be (for work) in North Carolina the day after I'm supposed to be in Vegas. Not loving this plan, looking at flights. Argh.

Apparently, Cut a Bitch Mom has asked that if Owen is at the daycare at the same time as her kids, that he has to be kept in a seperate room.

oh for goodness sakes! Maybe she suffered some knife-related trauma in her life. If not she is totally over reacting.

I once dated a boy who got kicked out of Montessori school when he was six for telling a little girl that he'd like to strip her naked and cover her in cellophane tape.

Oh, dear, Cashmere! I'm so sorry, you.

I just finally finished a project that I thought we be done around noon. I'm so frustrated. I know part of why I'm moving slowly is because I feel like crap and can't breathe well, but you know, it's not helping the to do list!

Just ordered food and now I get to start studying for tomorrow's exams. YIPPEE!

One of the indulgences I bought in Vegas was a turquoise pashmina at a kiosk in Caesar's. So snuggly and soft and gorgeous--and so warm wrapped around my shoulders here at my desk under the air conditioning vent.

The one weekend I had bellinis, I wanted to kiss everyone. Seriously, on me, champagne= ecstasy. Very cool...very unlike me. not the way to end a business lunch. Well, Aims, I'm sorry, but he's nuts. But it could be worse, you could have been Mike Rowe and had to stick your finger up his ass. IJS.ETA: Seriously, DJ has given me a completely new bad-day rubric. "Today sucked,"

"But did you have to stick your finger up anything's rectum?"

"No, of course not."
Your Self-Talk May Vary. "Well, I guess you'll live then."

Cashmere so sorry.

Aims: may your ex-boss get exactly what he deserves. Pure justice, with no trace of mercy. That may be the worst possible to wish on somebody.

Damnit, erika! You're going to bust me out at work, I nearly had to ask for the Heimlich manuever.

in the Queen Mary's defence, the Observation Lounge (which I can't stop feeling should really be called Ten Forward) may not be able to make a proper Bellini but Sir Winston's Restaurant rocked my champagne cocktail and that's the drink I order to see if the bartender really knows his shtuff.

you could have been Mike Rowe and had to stick your finger up his ass.

Yup, I'm going to have to watch my Dirty Jobs DVDs again, just so I can watch Mike's face when he hears the things he has to do.