Are those those pinwheel things?

Congrats on your winnings, Laga! I wish I were free tomorrow night, but alas...have a great time!

thanks! I'm crossing my fingers that taping is done in time. I have to pick up the tickets by 6:30 but google maps says it'll take me 54 seconds to get to Arclight from the TV studio and my day starts at 7:30 am so I'd be really surprised if they didn't let us out before 6.

oh, man, Laga, what I wouldn't give to be able to go to that screening. That's like my fave movie Of All Time.

Teppy, if your IBS acts like mine, you can go to the office and complain with odor and sound effects. I have been really impressed with some aspects of Kaiser, but you cannot reliably ever get anyone on the phone or leave a message that gets acted on, and their outside vendors for things like therapy also apparently never talk to Kaiser. The only thing that has made things better is that you can now e-mail your doctor and you can access your medical record, test results and prescription status online, thereby escaping the incompetent phone people. My neighbor, who's dealing with colon cancer, is older and I can't get her to use the e-mail, even though she does for other things. It's secured e-mail on their site, but she says, "I don't want that stuff on the internet." Honey, it's already on the internet.

That's horrifying, Omnis. There has never been a time in the last 50 years that "cripple" was socially acceptable. I should know; I beat up a number of people who called my sister that.

No, although sometimes in a crowd of just "us", I've been known to use it, although it makes me cringe when Dr. House does in mixed company. I never would do that.

Teppy, if your IBS acts like mine, you can go to the office and complain with odor and sound effects.

Mine is much more lie-on-the-floor-in-the-fetal-position-clutching-abdomen-and-keening-from-the-pain. Although there might be disruptive bodily functions as well.

Fortunately, the receptionist DID pass on my problematic refill to the doctor right away, and he in turn called it in to the CVS near my office, so I now have more of the proper drugs in my system. Woo.

ION, this is my first week of 4 10-hour days, and they SUCK. It's 5 p.m. and I still have an hour and 15 minutes to go.

Not to mention that my boyfriend whom I love kept me up talking [not a euphemism] until midnight last night, even though I was in bed when he came home. Dude! You KNOW this is the first week where I have to get up much earlier than I used to. You KNOW I need 8 hours of sleep optimally, but 7 is the minimum. So STFU!

I had writing class last night until 9:00, so I got home at 9:30. Beloved BF apparently decided to go to the grocery store at 9:15. (WHY did it take 2 hours??? Hello ADD.) So when he wasn't home by 10:45 or so, I went to bed, because -- new hours! Wake up earlier! Must go to sleep earlier!

I wanted to throttle him, actually, for waiting until 9:15 to go to the grocery store and then coming home so late that he had to disrupt my sleep schedule to have conversation with me. WHY couldn't he have just gone to the grocery store at, say, 7:00? Then he would have been home by the time I got home from class, we could have had our conversation, and I could have gone to sleep by 11:00.

He does that again and there will be blood.

I now have more of the proper drugs in my system. Woo.

yay!

OMG, the girl just sent me this about how we are both v. v. distracted all day:

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Daniel, thank you for telling me Schoolhouse Rock is on You Tube. Thanks to Mr. Morton, I am reminded that predicate is just the verb. Though why they can't just call it verb, I don't know. I shall now indulge in a singalong to "Conjunction Junction."