Kat, see doctor. Stat.
ER was a long wait, with a doctor not in love with giving pain meds. Still, I'm in far better shape than I was this time yesterday, so I'll cheerfully take what I got.
Once a headache starts I become less tolerant of any scent.
Most of them are like being hit in the nose with a bat. Though I find I can tolerate the smell of coffee very well, to the extent I carried some ground coffee on me to clear my nose when someone or something was being particularly triggery. Someone here suggested it, but I dismember who.
Shir, I love those pics. Five or so years ago I got my hands on a bunch of family pics that I scanned, and I found just the process mesmerising, like tiptoeing through someone else's lives, but everything is happening so shushed you can't be sure of what's going on.
And of course, combining Tommy and Steph's last posts, I'm now earwormed with Blame it on the rain.
You both SUCK
I think she'll be fine. She's read ALL the newspapers and magazines. ALL of them.
You both SUCK
Gotta blame it on something.
You could always blame it on Rio....
ION, this is the first time since 1906 that the Cubs and White Sox both made it into the postseason.
Back then, the "postseason" was just the World Series, right? (That is, if they didn't need a tiebreaker for the pennant.)
End Times, man. End Times.
Back then, the "postseason" was just the World Series, right? (That is, if they didn't need a tiebreaker for the pennant.)
Yep. The leagues weren't split into East and West divisions until 1969.
The outside of my work building isn't clogged thick with tourists. It's like a breath of fresh air! I can get to point A to point B without acting like a linebacker!
I uploaded new photos.
The set is here, and the new photos are starting from
here.