Hookers and blow, people. Sitting in Richmond airport. Boarding for Boston in about an hour. Doubletree Hotels have the BEST complimentary chocolate-chip-walnut cookies. The lady at the desk gave me two because she felt sorry for me.

You know, I originally contemplated driving this trip. If I'd left this morning at the same time I did, provided traffic wasn't unusually bad, I'd be getting there about now. But, my back's been hurting like the devil, so I'm glad I didn't sit in a car all day. And traffic is always unusually bad, which makes no logical sense, but there you go. Also, cookies.

Much health~ma for Tzepesch. Be well, kitty.

Apparently we trust our trainees with power tools but not fishing poles. Oh, liability. Why?

Oh, liability. Why?

You'll put an eye out.

Yay, cookies. I know a frequent flyer whose motto is "If you've never missing a plane, you've wasted too much of your life in airports."

Tzepesch, stop worrying the humans and get better.

Erin, I really admire the ability to decide you're on the wrong path and take another road.

While this is small on the cosmic scale, I am starting to twitch from the number of disgusting green inchworms flying about. I don't have the fear of multi-legged things, but larvae send me over the edge.

Also, I wish I could put out a sign to the world that says, "I'm depressed. Come back later."

Oh my god, this day. Even ignoring the government stuff going on or the freaking earthquake, our Webhost is a bunch of lying liars who lie and I just caught them in it, stone cold. And I called my OB/GYN at 8 a.m. YESTERDAY about my Very Special Wound, and still haven't heard back (when I called yesterday, the receptionist told me the doctor wasn't in on Wednesdays, but she *might* call in for messages, but most likely I'd hear from her today). This morning I get a bizarre call from a different doctor in the practice who I've never seen, who wanted to know why she got a note to call me. I explained what the deal was, she said she'd have my doctor call me, and here it is 4:45 and NO GODDAMN CALL.

I'm calling and leaving a message. I will try not to swear.

our Webhost is a bunch of lying liars who lie and I just caught them in it, stone cold.

Oooo, about what and how?

Steph, about your VSW - maybe look up recommendations for genital piercings that won't heal? I'm guessing salt water, but you may find good info on proportions. And sorry about the day of massive suckitude.

Fuck. I just lost an entire post because the airport wireless dropped out for a second. I was bitching. I guess I'll let it go. I'm tired and losing my good humour and I want this trip to be over, already.

Hey, I didn't get fired! Woo and hoo! AND if I can stick it out to June 3rd, my paychecks will continue till 7/25. I may go get a tattoo and inscribe this on my forehead. That will give me the summer to do a kickass job on some freelance jobs, build a portfolio up, and maybe try to find a mentor for some other stuff I'm kicking around.

Today wasn't awful. Even though I walked into my classroom and ALL MY FREAKING COMPUTERs (except mine) were gone, and my kids are all working on typing papers and powerpoint projects due Monday. I swear.

AND my wonderful therapist emailed me back and said it's better that you come in and deal with your stuff than freak about the $250 you owe me; we'll work on it, and it's okay. YAY.

I wish I had the patience or talent for artwork, but right now, I am finding relaxing from playing with OneNote and trolling through gardening, home decorating and decluttering websites.

Barb, thanks! I'm so glad I could be useful.

Jilli, continued -ma for Tzepesh.

Also, a student I worked with on his application and essay found out today he got into the International Exchange Program to go to Japan for a manga-based summer program! The kid has never been out of the state, and he is the sweetest kid, and he was VIBRATING with joy.

That's good news, Erin. Sometimes life gives you a little tailwind to push you along.