God, wish you pain relief ita. If there was any thing any of us could do...

And in another startling turnaround, they just dupped my initial dosage. They're very weird. I just wish they were QUIET. Because all the drugs in the world won't trump that while I am conscious.

I'm very glad they're giving you more pain meds.

And to combine topics... [link]

I'm glad you got the drugs, ita. I hope you get the quiet soon.

Well I've had enough time to fall in love with the guy down the hall. Not that we've made eye contact yet. Possibly because the honesty'd be too much.

Plus they're asking for a psych consult for him.

So I do have drugs, but no quiet, and I lost my ride. I'd really like to fix that second one.

Diamond Shoes too tight: political junkie version.

Obama took N. Carolina as expected. Indiana close enough that he has a slim chance. Unfortunately the county that might put him over has some arcane rules that require a lot of hand matching and hand counting. So 95% counted. Last 5% uncounted - probably won't put him over but there is a slim chance.

And I'm frustrated at not knowing, even though results probably mean the primary is over - at least if you believe the posts at the Daily Kos. Kos is very pro-Obama -but they really do seem think Clinton pulling out a narrow win in Indiana where a big win was expected ends the race. Delegate math and all that.

Just updated: with 99% counted 51% to 49% for Clinton. So she wins Indiana but with a much narrower lead than expected. OK, now I can go to bed.

OH, ita, that sucks a lot. I can totally imagine the uselessness of attempts at pain relief when it's still bright and noisy. Yeesh.

Yay, Obama! It was a lot farther apart in Indiana when I left for dinner, and then by the time I got back, they were very close. Excellent.

here's Esquire's list of 75 Skills Every Man Should Master.

I can do about plus sixty of those.

I hope Erin's tribble-ectomy went well.

It was a good thing Matilda was not at Emmett's game tonight, as he got drilled in the gut by a pitch. Right above the belt. Pretty much like being socked in the stomach by a guy with a really hard fist who can hit really hard.

He was in a heap at home plate (for the second game in a row) but I got him up and he didn't want a pinch runner. And he came around to score.

Then he caught a line drive in center field the next inning. And he hit a double in his next at bat (and came around to score eventually). And had an RBI in his next at bat. And pitched an inning without giving up a run (which included snaring a grounder up the middle and getting the last out himself after our third string shortstop had botched two plays).

So he actually had a very good game (which we won).

Except for the part where he got hit by a pitch.

Lady on support now is telling me the reason I can't get to imdb.com is because of a problem on their end. Now, despite the fact that I told her I've had intermittent problems getting to google.com and amazon.com and apache.org, the imdb.com problem is definitely them.

Why? Because she can't get to it either from where she sits.

As I was trying to point out--THE PROBLEM IS NOT COMING FROM INSIDE MY HOUSE. If a Road Runner redirect page tells me that the page doesn't exist (and people can get to the site from other networks), it's a Road Runner problem.

Poor thing got all flustered. But at least she's put me on hold. Once I told her I could get to imdb.com from my phone.

I really resent the idea that job #1 is to prove that it's my fault. Because she was really fighting that battle. Her apologies seemed sincere, but it didn't have to get somewhere she needs to say sorry.

Hmm. Space bar on the reassembled Mac is hinky. Now I need to pay attention.