Too bad about the cover. I still say drop in after scrabble and find out if it's a fun thing to go to by yourself. Dancing can go either way ime, but if it turns out to be not so fun you can just leave and know that for next time.

She says having not gone dancing in probably over a year.

I'm having another forkstick salad today. Yes, if you include a funky new take on utensils with your food product I will try them all.

whew. I just had to issue a written warning, in Spanish, to an employee whose English is as bad as my spanish. We got through it with a minimum of pain and I think I even managed to explain that I blame the state of California for making it so hard to be compliant with breaks.

Oof. Good luck with that, Laga.

I ended up going to the poetry. See, I got to Scrabble, and only my friend H had shown up, and a couple were out of town, or had bailed, and the dyke bar was packed and loud because there was some random-ass fashion show (?!), and H was like "There's actually this poetry thing I want to go to" and I accepted the inevitable, and we went.

And the poetry was actually pretty good. There were a bunch of poets, plus the featured poet whose name I've forgotten but just won some big slam poetry thing. And she was pretty damn good. Though she did read an anti-war poem which I got all pedantic about (and then immediately thought of the Buffistas because i knew I was being pedantic) wherein she said something about no senators' sons being at war and I was thinking "actually both Jim Webb and John McCain have..."

But then H had to leave to pick up our friend J at the airport...right before it ended...so then I got to be standing there all by myself looking weird and run into GILF and that crowd who were like "Heyyy...were you here the whole time?" and I'm all "Um, yeah, but really I was with H, no really..." and try not to look like a freaky stalker.

Sigh. I want a re-do. On, like, a bunch of stuff.

imo it doesn't matter what you look like to the GILF, meara. She will never deserve you.

but hey, check this (completely unrelated archaelogical find) out!

I woke up this morning to find that my fucking car had been fucking clapmed.Fuck.

Why couldn't they do it tomorrow? I get paid tomorrow!

fuckers.

Speaking of fuckers, I'm sitting at the computer in my bathrobe and the front door opens and someone I don't know walks in. Apparently he is a friend of J's. D calls him on walking in without knocking and he says, "J knew I was coming over". Then. he. takes. a. shower. and walks out in his underwear. And leaves again. J hasn't come out of his room since it happened. I am dumbfounded.

Um, what the fucking fuck? That's insane. And kind of like a dream sequence. You weren't asleep when this happened, were you?

laga, that is messed up. You gotta change the locks asap.

Long days. There was more. Can't recall. Hope everyones lungs feel better tomorrow.

Oh ya. Pardon for asking. But what does the nebulizer do? No time for google today, and in bed now, should be asleep.

In totally lay terms, a nebulizer is used to send medication into the lungs. Rather like the little inhalers you see people use. Instead of the quick inhaler hit it is a longer treatment. I need to give mine to someone as my son outgrew his need. It is a heavy one because it runs on rechargeable battery.