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.)

[patented Boyfriend Pause of Potentially Saying Something Very Bad]

LOL!!!

I have a fun ass. Woot woot!

of this I have no doubt.

I like the way the Boy puts things.

ION, large storm is parked over Utah. My newly weather-sensitive shoulder is helpfully pointing out to me every little fluctuation in millibars. Damn my inability to take a full pain pill and still be coherent for work.

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

I hate it. We can't ring a pharmacist for refills over here - a doctor has to authorize every single one. So I have to go to the doctor's office even though I don't have to see a doctor. Twice - once to request the prescription and once again to pick it up. And then to the pharmacy to get it filled. And this every month. Ah, NHS bureaucracy.

Glad they sorted you out with the meds, Hil.

I worked out for the second day in a row (go me!)

This is motivation. (I have trouble recognizing this.)

"Your ass is SUCH a better target than C.'s ass.

Hee!