Ok, today I should just not eat. Hot cocoa for breakfast was ok. Not very filling, but ok. For lunch, there was a pretty decent frozen single-serve lasagna. I ate about half of it, before the act of cutting off a bite caused it to jump out of the plastic microwave dish. The hot lasagna landed on my lap, and the dish and fork landed on the floor, waking Daniel up. His inquiries as to what had happened could not be answered promptly as I was spending my energy not swearing. I wasn't full, but I wasn't about to try to cook anything else, either. So I had another mug of hot cocoa.

Yesterday we stopped at a farm stand and bought some sweet corn. We also got a nice brisket to throw on the grill. That's out there cooking. I grab the sack of corn and a paper bag, go out to sit on the back steps to shuck it. And end up sitting on a nail, which tore my jeans. So now I have one pair of jeans. That fit. I have lots of jeans that don't fit, but that's neither here nor there. And Daniel has just come in from attending to the grill, having burned his fingers.

Oh well. Hot cocoa for supper. If I ever bother.

shocked, but only a little, at the stupidity of insurance companies. Reminds me of the woes of my crutches. They would only pay for the first $50 of approved crutches. Of course those were the cheap-o types that takes about 14 months for me to pulvurize. They would pay for zero of custom crutches that I've been using now for 6 or 7 years. The custom ones cost about 5x as much. Seems like a bargain to me. Crazy.

ION. My tummy went from not hungry, to ravished & shakey. I have eaten, and now contemplating food shopping. Again, Olympics not helping.

And, not to sound like Eyore, two attempts to print photos from Madison at various photo processing places in town have been ... not entirely successful. I don't want to say disappointing, because the ones that are printing have smonster looking delicious. But there were a whole bunch of other people who were looking damned fine and I want real pictures to pore over. Also, I wanna show off how great I looked, without having to haul my laptop around.

DJ, I ended up being the last to leave. Geri & I got to talking, and the temp went down, and it was so nice outside. I tried to start help clean up, and they were like "nah, we'll do that in the morning. Don't worry about it"

Don't forget about the shindig on Tuesday.

shocked, but only a little, at the stupidity of insurance companies

The people who decide coverage should live our lives and the lives of our loved ones.

Yeah, this week doesn't look terribly less social than last week. Al's thing Tues. BFF's on Wed. Then, my friend Christie is in from LA on Friday.

People! Stop having fun things for me to do! (Well, except for the BFF thing, which asshat may attend. I'll have Bob though, so I have more asshat power on my side).

Dyed hair is accomplished. Ah. Better.

Iced tea is in my hand, oven is preheating for to make quiches for staff breakfast tomorrow (Mrs. Smith's thaw n pour into Mrs. S. frozen pie crusts -- all the cache of homemade with none of the slicing, baybees!)

I think I am done with teacher stuff tonight, except for chopping the Sunday paper apart and starting to make little posters. That's no brainer stuff. Maybe I'll do it whilst watching Season 1 of Buffy.

I don't have a classroom, so they shoved a desk into this little closet in an off-hallway under a stairwell; it's very garrettesque. If I am required to become a sexy American girlGiles, I have a little hidden HQ all set up. It's even got a back door, for rushed escapes from trolls, demons and (more likely) annoying co-workers!

I have decided not to do any teacher things tonight. They will own me soon enough tomorrow, 12 hours and counting. Tonight, I shall read a book, watch TV and try not to think about the evils the school is going to unleash on my life.

I feel you, GG. I think I'm in denial about having to go back to work on Wednesday.

the evils the school is going to unleash on my life.

Heh. I just made a sign for my "office" door, using a screen cap of the Sunnydale HS library, set as a watermark, and Buffyfont.

It amuses me.