Sorry, smonster. I'm feeling pms-y myself—I nearly broke down in tears on the run tonight. But now I have Mackinaw fudge and Mark Harmon being silver foxy on my tv, so I've decided not to become a mad scientist and develop a world-devouring cyborg-squid (one that would start with running coaches).

For now.

ETA: Sox, that doctor sucks! I'm sorry.

Whe the day is full of fail, sometimes all one can do is end it early.

So true, I hope tomorrow is better, smonster.

Grumpy asshat on-call do deserves a smack for that, Sox. That's what the calling is for, to determine how serious it is, you can't know without calling!

{{{smonster}}}

A pox on the doctor of Sox.

As for me, it's 7:30 and I'm already nodding off. If I let myself do that, I'll wake up again around 1 a.m. and not be able to fall asleep again until 3 or 4. I'm wondering if I should figth to stay awake for another hour, then take an Ambien and see if that will keep me asleep through the night to maybe make up some of this sleep deficit I've been playing with for a week.

Ugh. Miserable day. I've having money freakouts and life freakouts and getting all butthurt about things that normally I'd brush off and just ugh.

{{{brenda}}}

I've been getting groggy from Codeine, and my ankle isn't hurting too badly today, so I'm going to try just Tylenol and Motrin tonight. I'll see how that goes.

{{brenda}}

Good sleep, Anne.

I'm ok with getting rid of today, may its name be blotted out.

Ugh. Miserable day. I've having money freakouts and life freakouts and getting all butthurt about things that normally I'd brush off and just ugh.

We are having the same day. Which I realize doesn't help you.

I'm trying to fix my day with a liberal application of chili.

I'm trying beer. It's not making me want to cry any less but at least my shoulders aren't a huge knot of pain.

(((Teppy and brenda))) I'm sorry this day sucked for so many people.