{{{{askye}}}} I'm so sorry, honey, but it's good that Anna had you as long as she did.

{{{askye}}} I am so so sorry.

Also, {{{}}} to Jilli, Plei, and Sean, too.

I'm not having a very good day, either. It's a bad day in Bitchland. Work slapped me down really hard today for a reason that is totally illogical and completely political. I suspect I'm going to end up being the picture next to the word "scapegoat" in the dictionary.

I start physical therapy for my shoulder tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that it will make it feel better, but I'm also pretty sure that it will make it feel worse first. I'm kind of nervous.

Probably, Hil. I'm sure you'll be able to handle it, but strength and little pain ~ma to you anyway.

{{{{{Hil}}}}}

{{{{ChiKat}}}}

{{{Askye}}}

Jilli, I've been thinking about you all day since I heard the news this morning.

Sean, you know I'm here for ya. If you need to talk, give a call.

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So. Nasel thing. Sure enough, the other info booklet said filtered water was fine. Perfect. I have a pur filter on the kitchen sink. I got a comfy temp going, I filtered it. Filled the bottle. Dumped in the packet. Headed warnings. And I must say, it wasn't nearly as bad as I imagined. My advice, don't breath out thru nose either. I figured no on in. But out too. I was expecting to see more gunk come out. I guess I waited too long. I don't think it went up into the under eye sinuses. But we'll see how I feel later.

While searching for some songs by Mira Awad, I stumbled on Israel's 1979 Eurovision entry. [link] It has everything you could possibly want from a seventies song -- ridiculously sappy lyrics that say absolutely nothing, guys with perms, guys with Chachi hair, sparkly suspenders, bow ties, white pants, woman with feathered hair, and a dress with chiffon and flowers and other stuff that I really can't describe, but could not possibly exist in any decade other than the seventies. It is fabulous.

At least you didn't, oh, I don't know, tell them about goatse. So there's that low you can always not sink to.

Yeah, I did that in one of my classes. Gotta love teaching college kids. I just slipped a reference to goatse into the lecture. Half the kids made an ick sound, the other half were confused. I told them to consult with each other and went on with my lecture.

Oh, askye. Hang in there today and the following days.

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At least you didn't, oh, I don't know, tell them about goatse. So there's that low you can always not sink to.

Heh. Why do you think I called you to share my story? ;)

I did e-mail my boss, and I haven't heard back from her, so I'm a little nervous. I'm sure it's fine, but I'd feel a little better if she'd let me know that! Oh, well. I'll find out at work today!

{{{askye}}} Will be thinking of you all day.