Fuck CVS. I brought in a prescription yesterday. The person at the pharmacy desk said that they didn't have it in stock, but that they could order it and I could pick it up today. She also called the other local CVS and they said that they didn't have it in stock either. So I said fine, and that I could wait a day for it. I just called to see if it was ready for me to pick up yet. The person who answered told me that the regular pharmacist was on vacation, and she was filling in for this week, but the medication that I need is a controlled substance and she's not authorized to order more of it. So I have to wait for the regular pharmacist -- who is apparently the only person in the store authorized to order controlled substances -- to come back, and I can get my meds on Thursday or Friday.

The hell? How are they allowed to have someone "fill in for" the pharmacist if that someone isn't allowed to dispense certain drugs?

That sucks, Hil.

OK. So there's another CVS that does have it in stock, but they're not allowed to just transfer the prescription, because it's a controlled substance. So I need to go to the first CVS, pick up the paper prescription form that I dropped off yesterday, then go to the other CVS, drop it off there, and wait for them to fill it. Which I can do, but this is an enormous pain on a day when I really don't need anything more to deal with.

The other CVS is right near an Indian restaurant that has a great lunch buffet. Each day, they have foods from a different region of India, so it's usually stuff that's not the typical Indian restaurant food. Today is Gujarati day. Unfortunately, it's up a flight of stairs, and I don't think I can handle that today.

I think I'll move to Australia.

I think I'll move to Australia.

Some days are like that, even in Australia.

I take some scheduled drugs and that whole paper prescription things so awkward and 20th century.

So, I worked out for the second day in a row (go me!) after not really working out for over a year. I started because I was drying off after a shower and caught a glimpse of something ENORMOUS in the mirror behind me, and it was my ass! and I thought "this will not do". so, I'm trying to make it go away.

caught a glimpse of something ENORMOUS in the mirror behind me, and it was my ass!

"It keeps following me! Make it stop!"

OK, I got my prescription. The pharmacist at the second CVS said that the one at the first CVS was not following CVS procedure. Now I'm in my office, it's raining, I have no lunch, and my watch battery is dead. I can get lunch, but it means going out in the rain.

When I was home last week, I heard Emeline coming up the stairs so I "hid" from her by throwing the nightgown that was laying next me over my head and torso. She ran over to the side of the bed and Joe said, "Where's Mommy? I don't see her!" Emeline said, "I don't see her either! All I see is a GIANT BUTT!!"

I have not followed in Vortex's awesome shoes and started to do anything about it. I'm pretty sure I just ate another donut.

Emeline said, "I don't see her either! All I see is a GIANT BUTT!!"

At a kink party this weekend, The Boy put the hurt on me for a while (standard disclaimers apply: consensual, yadda yadda). Later he and I together beat on a guy friend of ours (which was totally fun because I felt like Spike and Dru).

On the way home, The Boy said, "Don't take this the wrong way..." [patented Boyfriend Pause of Potentially Saying Something Very Bad]

"Go ahead," I said.

"Your ass is SUCH a better target than C.'s ass. His is all teeny and yours is just...FUN!!!"

I have a fun ass. Woot woot!

(Seriously, it made me laugh.)