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

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{{{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.

{{{askye}}}

Much love to you and Anna today. I can only begin to imagine what you're going through, and I wish I could be there to offer a hug or a shoulder.

{{askye}} You and Anna will be in my thoughts today.

Jilli & Plei, I'm glad to hear that you're still working, but I'm sorry morale is so low there right now.

{{Bitches}} When I lived in Buffalo, one of my professors had a lecture he'd give right around the 1st of February about how no one should make important decisions, judgments, etc., about life in February - the weather is bad, there's not enough sunlight, and if you hold off for a month you might very well see signs of Spring (less likely in Buffalo). Hang in there, Bitches.

In good news, I get to see Sox & family this weekend. My DH invested in new balloons (for balloon animals) in the hope that Iris would ask him for one or two or ten.

I heard back from my boss. Actually, I just chatted with her on IM. She said, "Oh, please! If that's the most offensive game the kids hear about at school, we're in good shape." Phew! And, she told me to breathe. Heh.