I like Typo's mom.
Stephanie has worked in immigration law, I think.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I like Typo's mom.
Stephanie has worked in immigration law, I think.
We've had rain here. . . but it hasn't become cooler. (Although, I am not getting the occasional light breeze.)
Did the new meds work on the pain, at least, ita?
I think so. I count them as a win, even if they ate much of my brain. Here's the text I was trying to send: "Yup. I'll see you there at one?" Here's what came out on the 2nd try: "Yup. How long cake, late cake,we can case him in horror."
That's Ambien level of weird, and why I had to call her to cancel the one o'clock, since it became apparent to me that I couldn't even trust myself to type a cancellation.
The main test is how long before the next headache. That's the pudding's proof. We shall see.
Oh damned. Just discovered the shoes I wore today gave me blisters. They were hurting a little, but I figured it was just the sweat from the heat. NSM.
Wait! I didn't even get as far as the pain meds--those were the anti-nause meds I was to take 1/2 an hour before the pain meds. Chemicals are weird.
Ooh, looks like the the two cells are merging to attack Michigan.
So, the anti-nausea meds happened to help with the pain? Or they fried your brain and THEN you took the pain stuff?
Wow, ita. Chemicals are very weird.
I was supposed to take the pain stuff half an hour after, but I was so fried that I never made it that far. How odd.
"Yup. How long cake, late cake,we can case him in horror."
Mmmmmmm, delicious word salad.