I've been thinking about seeing a talky meat person, but I'm afraid of who I'll get in this bastion of "married at 19, three kids by 25". I don't know if anyone around here has the frame of reference to cope with me.

Susan W, I need to go on a course like that I think. I'm supposed to be writing a musical puppet show right now. Instead I'm on the interwebs wasting time. It's terrifying.

"[smonster], a 31 yo woman whose physical appearance it would be entirely unprofessional for me to remark upon unless and until it becomes relevant to treatment ..."

Yeppers.

Hil, omg. I boggle and @@.

My sis had had a bad experience with the same doc years earlier, though no one remembers exactly what happened.

I love my talky meat therapist. He looks and talks just like Clinton from What Not to Wear, if he were a therapist.

Most unprofessional doc I ever had? A GP who tried to sell me makeup 30 sec after (SERIOUS TMI) her finger was up my, uh, butt. And I was very much in my soft butch "I don't *wear* makeup" stage. This is the same dimwit who years later refused to perform STI tests on my sis and sent her to County Health. Unethical cretin.

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Holy crap! Those are some INSANE dr. stories!

I am taking a short break from syllabi creation. I am pulling the yearbook and newspaper syllabi (a) from the internet and (b) my ass.

God, how much did I sleep yesterday?! From about 10 pm to 12:45pm Sat, and then from 10pm to 10am today. Over 24 hours, and I feel so much better, and my skin doesn't look like ass. I feel actually functional today.

Barb, your breakfast description is making my salivate. I've had coffee and cigs today (breakfast of insane champions!) and I need to go to the store and to Wal-mart to get groceries and some school stuff. Also, hair dye to get rid of my stripe. Woo.

Goggling at the bad doctors.

Hey Erin, apparently I'm slated to teach newspaper this year. What's on your syllabus?

Connie, there has to be a doc around there who doesn't buy into the whole mindset. It might take some trying, but i am sure they are out there--and will probably love having you as a patient!

Kat, thanks god!

Basically, at this point, it's a course descriptor, and some stuff about grading, which I might make more vague, since I swiped it from the net, and I might need to fl by the seat of my skirt.

There's never been a newspaper, and I've never taught it, so I will be really about a week ahead of my students. I am glad my writing and editing teaching skills are strong.

I would be more than happy to exchange syllabi roughs with you, and ideas and problems. The fact that you are also doing NP this year makes me very happy. Have you taught it before?

Erin, nope. Not even a little. Sigh. Nor have I started my syllabus. I keep hoping that I'll go back to work and that I WONT be teaching it after all.

I might have loved it when it was working, but I can't stay in an abusive relationship with an appliance.

Where is Super Porny Pants when you need her?

Hah!! Nice. Except that you're talking about burning out a STICK BLENDER, and suddenly I'm going OW OW OW OW OW OW!!!!

So all the sugar in the Little Debbie snacks made the students turn on each other? Terrrrrrible tragedy!

Hee. Sparky is funny.

I am HUNGOVER. OMG. Last night is rather blurry. There are bits that a friend has promised to fill in for me later. Because at the time, five minutes after it happened, I said to her, "Um, my short term memory was not on "record" right there. What just happened?" It was rather odd--I mean, I knew that we had just been dancing, and she and another friend were throwing me up against a wall, and I was enjoying it, but I was drunk enough that it was the memory equivalent of hearing something and having it go in one ear and out the other. It just didn't stick. And I was AWARE of it, (and remember SAYING so, which is odd...) and she was like "I'll fill you in tomorrow". Heh.

So then later, after a frustrating incident where my friend went off to get me water and never came back (and I was trying to be good drunk girl, and wait and not leave, and eventually gave up and left, and found her on a whole other floor of the club, with my water, and was like "WTF??"), the club closed. And my friend was like "OK, let's go to an afterhours place!" And I'm like "Uh, hell no, let's go HOME!"

And friend convinced me to walk PAST the afterhours place. Cause it was on the way home. Riiiiight. And somehow we ended up in the alley outside the place. Where there were lots of people hanging out. Including some girls we'd run into at our second bar of the evening, who were from out of town and had asked us where to go. And so we somehow started talking to them. And we didn't go INTO the afterhours club...

...but what was it Erin said the other day about making out with strangers in alleys??

Yeahhhh....my story went way better than hers. Mine was fun.