smonster, you're dealing exceptionally well with the piles of crap being thrown your way.

HR peeps: they can save your ass, or ruin your life.

I just downed 3 tylenol and a doubleshot thingie from Starbucks's and I wish I had about 5 more.

Ach, off to listen to that Maureen Johnson v. Meghan Cox Gurdon interview on NPR while I wake the rest of the way, and then work my ass off. I think a hot shower is part of this plan...

These girls are being so slow in cleaning up the basement. I wish I could just leave them at it and go to the pool by myself.

As much as I despise the tit squishing, I can't help think it must be worse for women with small tits. How can you get a proper flattening in the scanner when there's not much to flatten?

When I had my second-ever mammogram in May, my main problem with my now-B-cups was that the lady kept telling me to turn my head after she squished the boob, but I don't have enough skin left between my chin and my boob to allow for turning the head when the boob is being squished.

I found an awesome book on the history of Broadway Musical theater

Was that "No Legs, No Jokes, No Chance"? I have that one at home, and it's terrific!

It's a new one Kathy, called "Showtime" written by Larry Stempel. I'm a total sucker for that last name, you know. Hee.

Thanks for the support yesterday. I am in a better headspace today, although, sadly, I think it's because work is busy that it's going by quickly.

I definitely need to work on getting the most out of my free time, as I never seem to have enough of it, yet I find myself wasting vast chunks of it either dithering about what to do (paralyzed by choices), or just not doing anything worthwhile. I seem to handle it better when I've made firm commitment to something and force myself to stick through with it, but this weekend was a step back - I had two commitments but I blew them off instead of sticking with them. I have a feeling if I'd forced myself on the first, I would have stuck with both and had a pretty good weekend. Ah, well. Try harder next time I guess.

Oh, Frank, I totally do the same thing. I am not good with large unstructured chunks of time. See also, since I got laid off. I'm trying to learn patience with myself, and just know that my productivity ebbs and flows without judging it too harshly.

Thanks, javachik. eta this is the kind of mood I'm in (warning for title of tumblr): [link]

Toddson, she doesn't get a "bless her heart" from me. "Crookeder than a barrel of snakes," more like. She's not quite Dolores Umbridge, but she's a distant cousin. Incompetent and sneaky is a nasty mix.

Maybe my mood isn't exactly peachy and nice because I'm not feeling particularly great and I have a headache, and therefore maybe I'm being harsher than I need to be, but dammit, when I say make sure everything in the yard is back in the house or back where you find it, that doesn't mean except the lawn chairs that were taken off the porch and put in the yard, the papers and trash all over the yard, and the shoes left underneath the trees. I pulled them all out of the car, unpacked it, and made them clean it. Now they're all sitting on the living room floor in silence unitl I decide I'm done being mad.

I am not good with large unstructured chunks of time.

I'm seriously debating keeping a log of day-to-day activities, so I can see where wasted time is coming into play. I can already hear that nagging little voice in my head going "I don't wanna!!!" like a spoiled toddler, but I've got to start ignoring the little shit.

I'm seriously debating keeping a log of day-to-day activities, so I can see where wasted time is coming into play.

Me, too.