When my sister first started taking her asthma medication, my mom would wake up in a panic and run to check on her several times a night, because she'd gotten so used to hearing sleeping breathing noises from my sister's bedroom that the lack of noise woke her up.

I hope Drew's recovery keeps going well, Pix, and that you can relax soon.

Vent:

Dear Mom,

I really am disabled. I've been disabled since 1995 and even the government doesn't seem to think I'm faking it. So why are you demanding that I clean out the refrigerator, wash other people's dishes, do weekly vacuuming and dusting of a large amount of square footage? If I could do those things without putting myself into a great deal of pain and making myself worse, I would have a job. And if I could have a job, I would no way in hell be living here.

Your loving but perplexed daughter

{{{Spidra}}} figure-it-out~ma for your mom.

I'm watching "A Bit of Fry and Laurie." They're so young and fresh-faced I just want to smish them. One of the sketches I could swear they were peering into the future to mock Stephen Fry's podcast.

I am 20 minutes early for date#2 with gal #2. It is 93°f here. 15° hotter than my place. Thankfully we are meeting at a Jamba Juice.

Much empathy, Spidra, from one whose mother thinks I'm making a fuss about nothing over stairs. Which she has in ridiculous numbers at her house.

I did the initial test for 100 pushups and got 8, which is more than I thought I could, but puts me into track 2 which means a harder program going through. Tomorrow I do my first set!

Ay, Seska. I have a friend with MD (most of whose siblings have MD as well) whose parents were in such denial about it that even when their kids were in their 30s they still hadn't done much to make their house accessible. One of his parents was a doctor, too!

EDIT: Good luck on the 100 pushups program, Sean.

I'm getting my iPod and then going down with ice packs on each forearm to try to clean the fucking fridge.

Ugh. Hope you don't end up in too much pain, Spidra.

When I was a kid, and complaining of the things kids complain of, my dad used to say, "How can you be in pain, I don't feel a thing?" It infuriated me then. Spidra and Seska's mothers are getting the stink-eye from me.

Ugh, Spidra and Seska. That is so frustrating. I'm so happy my mom and dad "get" my depression and insomnia.

Also (x-post with Natter):

Hey, all. It sounds like a scam, but it's not. missingmoney.com is a clearinghouse that searches the state departments of rev to see if you have unclaimed property. (Wow, I feel like I'm writing spam, but I'm not, I swear.)

I searched, and now I'm filing 3 claims with Kansas for a total of about $96 bucks, from old electric co. deposits and dental plans.

I also found a couple of claims for friends of mine.

You can also just go to the dept. of revenue site for every state you have lived in and search. (Use your maiden name, too, if applicable.)

I know a lot of people who could use whatever they might find. Thought it might be useful for a lot of peeps.