Damn it. I'm having a depressingly familiar set of symptoms, the ones I had for last year's Sinus Infection That Would Not Die. I had a doctor appointment for 4:20. They're closing the office at 4 because of the weather. They apparently tried to call and then e-mailed. That's how I discovered my phone line is out. I tried to call back and just got voice mail. I left another number to call but they haven't yet. I want to throw some ammunition at this thing before Monday, because little tiny men are doing heavy construction in my sinuses.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
To sum up: if you have EDS and think you've subluxed/dislocated something, do not ring a doctor. They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen. *headdesk*
Ugh, Ginger. Health~ma.
Barb, wishing you no more delays. Having to negotiate airports and airlines in bad weather sucks.
You don't want to ask anyone to take sides in this.
Okay. Although they would totally take my side.
To sum up: if you have EDS and think you've subluxed/dislocated something, do not ring a doctor. They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen. *headdesk*
OMGWTFdoctor!fail.
They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen.
Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.
Plane is HERE! Glory hallelujah!
Go Barb go!
I finally bought the boots I've been wanting for months! [link] And I may have tripped and also ordered these in red: [link]
I couldn't resist 20% off on top of 70% off. I'm only human, ya know. Now I just need to file all my FSA reimbursements so I can pay down my credit card. I was supposed to do that *first,* but the sale got in the way.
Yay, Barb! Leavin' on a jet plane...
smonster, those boots are rockin' and if they offered those shoes in my size, I fear I would have bought them, too.
Aww, congratulations, Erin!
Sometimes, I dream I've found a store that has all the polishes I wish I owned. And then I am sad when I wake up.
I have a recurring dream where I am in the Thrift Store of the Gods, where I find all the polishes Plei wants, a bunch of Fluevog boots, stripy blazers, and a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. Sometimes the dream then adds a zombie attack. My subconscious is strange.
a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes
I can no longer remember - did that ever come out as Dark Carnival, or was that just a working title that Bradbury changed at the last minute?
Nevermind - I googled and that was the origial title of The October Country collection. Yep, that memory really ISN'T doing so good on some subjects.