Google knows all. It's organized by ANSWER.

Which makes the coherent messaging all the more surprising.

t / local snark

Somebody please reassure me that my client, who came tonight with strep throat, was correct in her assumption that she is not contageous after having taken antibiotics for just 24 hours.

In other words, please lie to me.

Having just gotten over my own ick...and not having access to antibiotics and wouldn't want to take them even if I did, I'm indesperate need of shaking of the "Oh noes, cooties!" vibe I've got going.

Which makes the coherent messaging all the more surprising.

Uh huh. I went to one of their anti-Iraq-War rallies a few years ago, and there were something like five speakers in a row who said nothing at all about Iraq.

bonny, you will be fine and not get sick. Clean your ears with q-tips dipped in hydrogen peroxide just to be safe, but I am sure you will not get sick.

Uh huh. I went to one of their anti-Iraq-War rallies a few years ago, and there were something like five speakers in a row who said nothing at all about Iraq.

I was totally there!

Hey, were you that woman I stood next to? Heh.

Yeah, that is pretty much why I show up at ANSWER ralllies, get counted and then leave.

bonny, you will be fine and not get sick. Clean your ears with q-tips dipped in hydrogen peroxide just to be safe, but I am sure you will not get sick.

Bless you.

And, believe it or not, the delay in posting a reply to your kind words was sponsored by Team Peroxide in the Ears!

I did that, and used a nasal wash. Now I'm having a healthy dinner.

My line of defense has been drawn.

My line of defense has been drawn.

See? You won't get sick.

And I think she's right, anyway. Bearing in mind I'm not a doctor and just write House fanfic...

A friend said her doctor told her the same thing, so I'm going to gently put down my cracked pot step away from the paranoia.

Maybe a nice bath with the cool book I'm listening to.

Part of what is going on is that I slept very badly last night so I'm a bit weakened.

Bartleby hurt himself, which he is prone to do occasionally. The last time, it cost me $200 to find out that I have somehow taught him to 'fake it'. He responds to my anxiety about him by making the symptoms worse. Mostly limping like he's been buck shot. But when other folks are around, or he's in the doc's hands, no limp.

I gave him an aspirin for the pain...he really DID right whack himself...and then fretted about the potential stomach upset. I brought him into the bed with me, which is an extreme situation. The upshot? He slept great. Me, nsm.

Plus, I was all strung out about the drunk lady on the street until the wee hours.

I tried to get her some help today but discovered exactly what I suspected. All bridges have been burned.

I also learned an interesting bit about the asshat ex that I asked three times to leave her be. He has a restraining order out against her...but he wouldn't stop kicking her while she's down. Classy.

Early to bed, I think.

> Google knows all. It's organized by ANSWER.

Which makes the coherent messaging all the more surprising.

Yeah ANSWER is famous for lack of coherency and for insisting on controlling anything they are involved in. Maybe the combination of a lack of time and a local well organized Palestinian rights groups prevented their playing their usual games.