Oh goodness. You take one day off from work, and there are 3 "health advisory" e-mails. Whooping cough, flu, and I forget the other one. This petri dish of diseases was NOT in the brochure!

IOworkN- seems the School of Arts is organizing a Flash Mob event. Mmmoookay. Cool, I suppose. A dance thing to Thriller. Really? c'mon. It's been done. Do a different song! And where will this be? Here, on campus, in the arts plaza, where only the arts folk typically go. Not really a public space. And trees, fountain, chairs, etc that will make it hard to mass inhabit the area. I think they had a cool idea, and messed it up. To me, the cool thing about a flash mob event is in the middle of nowhere, a public space, a huge group of people do an organized thing, then dissapate. :: sigh :: Welcome to academia, right?

Shir, very nice pics. Yes, you can see the socks. Tons of Job~ma to you.

No word yet from FLA about my BiL job interview.

OK, back to work. I'm not here. Really, I swear.

Well, this week was no fun.

I had the not-cancer lumps out on Monday, which was nice because the anesthesia got rid of my migraine. Recuperating the rest of the week, including dealing with the H.R. Giger-esque drain they put in me.

During this time my 6-year-old computer gave up the ghost, so I was mostly offline except brief iPhone visits.

And not one, but two of our credit cards were ganked.

On the plus side, I can probably start a side business selling Percoset now.

Oh my. I hope this weekend goes more smoothly.

Thanks for the job~ma - keep it coming, the market is in a terrible shape.

Also lots of ~ma to your BiL, omnis.

Sister came home, and let me see the pics through her FB account. I'm quite happy about them, though I mostly hate being photographed. I can now also see that I could wear the skirt a bit higher. The colors in the last one are the real colors of what I wore, which also goes for how pasty and pale my skin looks like, even after a never-ending summer in Israel (it's still above 32 Celsius here, people. In fucking October).

I'm also amused by the last picture's album, "pretty chicks at ICon 2010". The other woman in it is my talented friend I., a criminologist who is finishing her PhD dissertation in these days, about violence in dating. We were discussing the social sciences, academia and "what can I do with a degree in sociology, again?" dilemma.

ETA: easier weeks on you~ma, Raq.

including dealing with the H.R. Giger-esque drain they put in me

Glargh. I remember that from my lumpectomy. I almost fainted when I saw the doc's handiwork. Sorry to hear about the harsh week.

Ugh Raq, sorry that the week was such a pile-on. Glad to hear the recuperation is going well.

On the plus side, I can probably start a side business selling Percoset now.

I still have a bunch of vicodin from my surgery last December. After about two days I had to switch over to Advil. I just couldn't hang with the vicodin anymore.

Oof. I wrenched my shoulder out of joint by trying to take off a cardigan after I was already sitting in my car. All the muscles and tendons around it are now incredibly sore. Driving home without moving my left arm or turning my head more than a few degrees to the left was interesting.

Oy Hil. And sorry about the pain Raq.