I am a grown man.

Not until I'm married, I'm not! Wait, not until I have kids! Wait, not until I have grandkids!

I just ordered a pair of crutches online. I tried to buy them in the store a few days ago, but all the crutches they had were too tall for me. Not sure how much it'll help, or if it'll mess up my shoulder, but it's worth a try.

P-C, you're out of school. You're earning a living. From what you've said here, it sounds like you're doing a pretty good job of earning a living. You're a grown-up. You get to decide what jewelry you do and don't want to wear. Or, for that matter, own.

Your parents don't get to decide when you're a grown-up. Your granparents don't get to decide when you're a grown-up. (For that matter, I don't get to decide when you're a grown-up. But I digress.) You get to decide when you're a grown-up.

And if other people aren't happy with your decisions, that isn't your problem.

On another front, ((((shir and family))))

All I can suggest is, now is the time to tell your dog all the things you want to say to him. Even if you get the miracle, you won't regret having said it.

P-C, as someone currently in the middle of a family battle that is riddled with emotional blackmail and being treated like an asshole by family members to the point of melting down and crying, it's hard to remember that fuck them - it's your life, but we'll keep reminding you of it so you feel more confident about it, okay babe?

Work rant ahead...

This is a Drama class. Yes, you will be acting. Yes, you do have to memorize lines. No, you do NOT get to use cue cards.

Honestly, I go through this with every class, every semester. I tell them the first day of class so they can schedule change if necessary. Then, they get all upset when they have to memorize a scene they will be performing. Shockers!

/work rant. Thank you.

Stupid dog. He doesn't respond to morphine! I mean, who doesn't respond to it?

We're back on dipyrone (metamizole, whatever you call it. Here it's "optalgin"). He respond well to that.

And to think he got his doze with the "listen. People are dying to get this shit, so you'll enjoy that" intro.

And thanks, everyone, and esp. Fred Pete and omnis.

I feel like a hypocrite, trying to make him feel better while talking with my family about future funeral arrangements. Also got new threat: "you'll be better, honey, or I'll have to kill you. Literally". ION, all of my professors are wonderful, understanding why I sit in classes with my cell phone on and sometime texting, and sometime need to take (the whole trying to find a balance with his painkillers, it's taking a while and an effort). And I only broke down crying twice in uni today (once in the middle of a 12 people ancient history seminar. Embarrassing). And several other times, when friends asked me how I am doing. But mostly managed to control myself.

How about the stupidity of creating a document in a program that not everyone who needs to use it can access and then only accepting electronic responses? (In that same, non-universal program.)

"I am a grown man. I make my own decisions. This is a MANLY DECISION. Grr argh, smell my testosterone! I respect and honor you. But my gonads say no. I BEAT MY CHEST AT YOU."

P-C, tell them this. Especially the gonads line.

Personally, I like the "I BEAT MY CHEST AT YOU," bit. Very effective.