Sends Laga a pie plate. Made of marzipan.

Just because.

Bingo!

t wishes Andi was on IM, so he could IM her from work.

I sort of curled up in a ball for a week and dropped off the radar, and she freaked out and then felt humiliated for giving a damn, and decided that she couldn't be doing with someone so unreliable.

I've been pretty much curled up in a ball for the last year. I'm glad most of my friends are made of sterner stuff. Not calling your grandmother does not make you a bad person. Curling up in a ball does not make you a bad person. You give of yourself by being warm and funny and probably the best thing that every happened to your students.

I just got back from my day of being a venue "captain" at the ginormous book festival. My co-captain had the initiative and IQ of a philodendron. He also disappeared for almost two hours WITH THE FUCKING RADIO. I am all out of personality and on the way home, my car drove itself into the liquor store parking lot, because I got through the last hour of volunteering by thinking about beer. Now that I have a bottle of SweetWater's seasonal in me, the pain is subsiding.

Kristin, the ruptured ovarian cyst is hugely exhausting and it made me so queasy that I was convinced it was some kind of intestinal ailment. This is why I was baffled when the doctor kept asking me if there was a chance I was pregnant. I just said "Is there a star in the east?" I know you feel like you have a lot to do with the beginning of school, but really curling up with pain pills and comfort food is the way to go.

(I do have a favorite story from that incident. Being a less sane person that Kristin, I spent all night pacing, screaming in pain and pretty much randomly taking any medicine I had, then drove myself to urgent care and was pacing back and forth in front of the door when it opened at 8 a.m. My friends yelled at me, at length, for not calling them to take me to the ER. One said, "The next time you have organs exploding inside you, call me!")

Daniel, what's the name of that ducky IM program? I don't think it got installed on this computer yet. Can you do gmail's IM from there?

Oh, you guys, you guys! Thank you!

I feel that I didn't do justice to E in my account of what happened - I know now (and should have realised then) she was going through a lot of stuff at the time and would have appreciated support, rather than feeling alternately worried and then rejected and paranoid. She's good people - it's just a big shame that our various insecurities clashed and I inadvertently hurt her. (She said that she'd have been fine if I'd texted to say 'dropping off the face of the earth for a week, but not dead' ahead of time, but the thing is...it wasn't planned. I just thought I'd let myself have a day. Which turned into two, and then three, and then... yeah. It's very hard to explain that sometimes I can find it daunting to go outside, and be all avoidant and hibernatey.)

People tend not to realise that as well as being bubbly and outgoing and sociable, which is quite a genuine facet of my Fay-ness, I'm also, at times, quite genuinely shy and introverted and hermitlike.

I know this is something that other people here get, but in my meatspace world most people find this baffling.

Anyway, enough mememe - thank you very much for the hairpats. You guys are the BEST!

Today I'm off to China Town to find things to put into goodie bags for the SingalongaSoundofMusic extravaganza that we're putting on in October as a club night. Should be fun!

I know this is something that other people here get, but in my meatspace world most people find this baffling.

Well, in meatspace most people aren't internet geeks. Which the vast majority of Buffistae are, at least to a modest extent, deep in their geeky, internet-loving innards.

t happily IM'ing Windsparrow from work.

Oh, geez. Y'all think your various maternal relatives can inspire guilt trips?

Harvey has gone from sitting on my desk, not quite looking at me, purring very pointedly, to loudly licking Sammie's dish in my hearing. Cat supper time is in 15 minutes, but he doesn't think I should keep to schedule.

(I do have a favorite story from that incident. Being a less sane person that Kristin, I spent all night pacing, screaming in pain and pretty much randomly taking any medicine I had, then drove myself to urgent care and was pacing back and forth in front of the door when it opened at 8 a.m. My friends yelled at me, at length, for not calling them to take me to the ER. One said, "The next time you have organs exploding inside you, call me!")

I'm not that sane. The rupture happened Monday afternoon. I know because whoo baby I felt it. I didn't get myself to Urgent Care until Tuesday afternoon when the pain had escalated steadily and all of the medications I'd been trying stopped working...and I didn't get to the ER until just before midnight once I'd hit weeping-in-a-ball-on-the-bed-in-pain mode.

Sean, I'm sorry to hear you're having such a down day. I'm glad you're getting out tonight.

I love Edible Arrangements. They're my favorite non-flowers flower-type gift.