Ow. Headache. Maybe scotch isn't so nice.

Ow. Headache. Maybe scotch isn't so nice.

Are you sufficiently hydrated? Important when boozing....

Like all other financial institutions, Bank of America is affected by the new rule, but it is going a step further than the rule requires. Starting June 19, Bank of America customers' debit card purchases will no longer go through if there is not enough money in their account, according to a March 10 Associate Press story. And if a customer attempts to withdraw more than his or her balance, he or she will have to agree to pay a $35 overdraft fee before the ATM will disperse the requested funds

Fuckin Commies. Where is my America, huh?

Aims you are so out of there. let him waste gas.

meep. i have decided to go through with the going to my high school reunion. i may even be nice to people. pray for us all.

continued yays for Hil and for the job-having getting spread around and Maria - you sound like you need a stick with which to apply clues liberally here and there.

seriously. high school reunion. This is the high school reunion of the mayflower hellmouth, btw.

Good luck with travels Omnis.

Sparky, insent - 2 boxes of things I've been saving for K.

Credit unions are the bomb diggity. Big banks sucketh.

I am watching Fringe with friends and timing the ice on amyth's ankle. I don't know why I enjoy first aid as much as I do.

Florence Nightingale! Is that you? t /reincarnation joke

I'm with you, seriously. Even with the needle phobia, I'm all about the medical intervention. More than one person has asked if I am a nurse...nope...no formal training at all...but people seem to come to me first for some reason.

Years ago, a friend called about a mutual friend who had fallen on the soccer field. "A. hurt her elbow and, well, she won't listen to any of the rest of us about going to the hospital. Could you drop everything and come talk to her?"

I show up, glance at the wound..."Dude, get your coat. We are going to the hospital." A chorus of it's-not-that-bads ensues. "Really? Not that bad? A! I can see the BONE...and the ligaments. And there are ROCKS in there. Let's roll."

It sounds gross, I suppose, but I was totally fascinated by it and loved the nurse practitioner for letting me observe the irrigation and stitching process. But when the pain meds, via hypo were busted out, I had to leave the room.

Is there something about scotch that makes it produce worse hangovers? I had two drinks, and now I feel like hell. I've had four or five mixed drinks in a night before and didn't feel anywhere near this bad afterward.

Some people think dark liquor is more likely to get you hung over than clear.

I will add my voice to the joys of credit union! Love it! Haven't had an issue in about 7 years. Unlike previous banks.

Thanks for all the moving~ma. It was a LONG day. I'm at about 36 hours awake. I was about 85-90% ready for the movers when they arrived. I quickly caught up (60 minutes or so at most), and they took 6 hours to move me out of the tiny apartment. Two guys, on the older side. One said he's been doing this for 43 years. They ran out of boxes, and almost didn't finish packing my kitchen. I looked at him flumuxed and said, "you want me to hit the Home Depot or something??" "ya that would be great". WTF. Ok, seems if I want those dishes packed, *I* need to get the boxes for you. In his defense, the sales guy did say 2-3 boxes, and it took 5. Then after they finally finished, it left me 2 hours to pack the car and clean the apartment. I called the leasing office, they said I had until midnight, and could put the keys and gate remote in an evnelope, and drop them in the key slot. Friend Fred came over and helped out. We went out to get some much needed food. Came back, finished up (didn't clean all that much, it's tidy, but not spic n span). Fred gives me an envelope, I write a note about the oven (movers packed the bucket after I told them not to. Couldn't get all the Easy Off wiped). Put the keys and clicker in the envelope, lick it closed. Walk up to the leasing office to drop it in the key drop... wouldn't fit, due to the clicker. @@ WTF?! I call the security folk to put the envelope on the other side of the slot. Dispatcher says she will send a patrol, and wait out front. I'm in my car waiting TWENTY MINUTES. A car finally arrives. I get up, and just as I get up, they LEAVE! I call the dispatch back, she tells me, "oh, they can't do that, I forgot to get your number, so I couldn't call you back to let you know." Then the patrol car returns, I flag them down. Explain the situation, and the patrol officer is like "no problem, I'll put it on the managers desk".

Now, I am in a lovely Hyatt Suite. It's the hotel the theater uses for out of town folks. It's rather nice. But apparently the coke from dinner (that I ordered so I didn't fall asleep while talking to Fred and eating) is kicking in. Brain not shutting off. Muscles are screaming. I look forward to tomorrow as I head north to OK City, and pick up Route 66! The movers said I was the first of 5 pick ups, so probably Friday or Saturday next week for delivery. He'll call me Monday and let me know. :: Breathe :: It's done. Now just gotta get to my new apartment in a meanderingly fashion. Thanks for all the ~ma!

Have a great meander, omnis! But first, have some well-earned sleep.