Thanks, Tommyrot. Wow, that is small print.

all this spoiler-fonting (since it's light yellow for me so I can read on iPhone) is making me think its some "Housewives of Dallas" soap opera or something. DJ, I have no clue what to say. But I think it's good on you to keep a step back. Maybe after everyone browbeats her, she'll come to you for guidance. And you'll be the light of reason... ok. So. I work in theater too much with happy endings all the time. What of it? Clearly I'm a bit out of it. I blame the bizzarro morning person switch that has happened to me.

So, I just caught a TV ad for a pizza dough spinner that works sort of like a salad spinner, but redesigned for pizza dough "tossing".

I can't decide if this is genius, or ridiculous, or both.

Nobody's doing any browbeating. We're all just sort of, "You do see the big pile of shit the dog just made on the rug right?"

in my mom is so cute news... I sent her the link to the California Supreme court ruling on same sex marriages and she replied...

yes! Next stop... three people

not only is Mom cool with my being poly, I get the feeling she thinks it's kinda neat.

If I were gay instead of bicurious, my mother would totally be like Michael's mom from QAF. You know, like, embarrassingly positive and supportive. Those scenes always made me crack up.

I am currently trying to pack up everything in the bathroom. Note to self: Never again buy make up sponges, just in case you have run out of them. It is an unpossiblility that you could ever run out of them again. Second note to self: Do not buy any more smelly bath products. You have enough of them to open up your own smelly bath product store.

Hivemind help, please.

I've felt really off-kilter all day. Actually, the last two days. I'm barely eating, woozy, dizzy, headachey, exhausted, and all-around blah-feeling...like I could just fall over at any given second.

I talked to my PCP this afternoon, and she agreed with my assessment that it's a combo of things. The mix of steroids and albuterol is probably making me woozy and not wanting to eat, which is causing me to be dizzy, which is causing me to be headachey and exhausted. She said she thought it would probably get better over the next few days as I don't need as many nebs and I taper the steroids. She also said she wasn't concerned about my blood pressure because it was perfect yesterday.

Well, work almost did me in tonight, so I stopped and got my BP checked on my way home. It's not low, as she suspected it might be. It's high (I'm always exactly 120/80), and my pulse was also wicked high for me.

Is this all just stress getting to me or does it sound like something else? I really don't want to call her again. I feel like I've been bugging her to death.

vw, call her again, just for your and our piece of mind. I'm sure she won't mind hearing from you.

My TV just Rickrolled me! Et tu, TV?