ND, tons of health~ma. Gad this can be frustrating. Remember when I was in hospital a couple years back for lower GI blockage? This reminds me of that. "Dunno what caused it, can't see it, so we'll just
stick a tube up your nose into your GI and suck everything out
." (Spoiler font for squeemish). I think I'm free this weekend. Let me know if you want a little distraction. Maybe some Xbox/Wii/PS2/board game/general chatting?
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Comes to think about it, I have never seen a golf cart IRL. I think. Plenty of motorized carts for the elderly, but not one real golf cart.
Remind me when you come to visit. We'll go to a golf course down the street from me.
Speaking of golf carts. I am certified to drive one now! Woot! I aced the exam, 10/10! (Dear jeebus, be afraid of anyone who didn't get 10/10, as it was open book).
Aw, Drew, I'm sorry. That sucks. I hope they work it out quickly.
(Dear jeebus, be afraid of anyone who didn't get 10/10, as it was open book).
With questions like: "You see a squirrel ahead of you, do you A) speed up to try and hit it, B) slow down to give it a chance to get out the way, C) slam on the breaks and cower from the horrible beast"?
Drew, I hope they figure out your mystery disease. I've had friends with Mystery Diseases, and it's clearly a frustrating situation.
If only they were that tough. It was 10 True/False questions! And the gal infront of me got at least 1 wrong. Thankfully I'm not on the part of campus she will be driving.
Health ~ma to Drew and Connie's sister.
I just got back from having my eyes dilated at the opthamologist's office, for the first time in many years. It's really hard to see now! Driving myself home in rush hour was a treat.
Drew, that sounds awful. I hope the doctors figure it out soon!
Every time I get up, or walk across the room, the cat dashes into the kitchen. As if, "Maybe this time you'll feed me!" The sad thing is, I free-feed; there's always food there. Half the time when I think he wants wet food and I put it down, he walks away. And then starts wailing.
Conclusion: cat is a spoiled rotten brat.
My mother is so weird. I was talking to her before and complaining about chalk dust getting all over me. So she started googling. She sent me a link to a teachers message board where other people were complaining about chalk dust, and then a link to a video of a Phish song called "Chalk Dust Torture."
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
Mexico Cantina.
Cass! You need to takes me therrrrrr! Why did you not take me there?
They randomly send me email.
Apparently flights of tequila can lead to me giving my email address out.
True... you
do
have self-control issues around tequila...
