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?

Hivemind question x-posted with my lj:

The real estate gentleman we dealt with in renting this new apartment said something about us having 15 days to send a list of any concerns we have about the place to our landlord. Does anyone know if that is 15 days from the time we move in or 15 days from the beginning of our lease? Our lease began on May 1st, but we're not technically moving in with all of our stuff until tomorrow. I totally forgot to write the letter today with all of the packing and freaking out about stuff. It's too late for it to be postmarked today, even if I were to write it now. Thoughts? Advice? We have a few little things we'd like the landlord to fix as well as a few things we want to make sure he knows we did not break.

so my workplace, in it's INFINITE wisdom, has decided in its posting to replace my boss, to NOT list an e-mail address for fear "someone might send a virus". Snail mail and fax only. No calls either. Uggggg. It will take forever to replace him.