Jeez, Stephanie, like you need any more stressors right now.

I'm glad your mortgage broker was there to bring in some needed sanity.

Stephanie, I am so excited that you get to leave that awful firm!! Sorry about the mortgage stress, even for only 20 minutes.

Connie, that's so hard. I'm sorry your sister is not doing well on the chemo.

Stephanie, I'm glad that it was unnecessary hell you went through, rather than the kind of hell that requires coughing up an out of budget 2 grand.

Oh hell's bells, Stephanie-- that is seriously NOT ON.

Let's hear it for a good, level-headed mortgage broker.

Oh, Stephanie, it's unbelievably mean.

Connie, I'm sorry to hear that. ~ma to your sister.

The most things I noticed were the lack of words

Thanks, meara. And my poor sister. She's going to have very important psychometric evaluations (to get into med school) while she'll be on it. I hope it won't hurt her performance too much.

I just lost a solid month to Topamax; I literally spent all of it in bed. Hate hate hate that drug. It is notorious for causing word-finding problems. For me, it also did no good on the migraines.

Stephanie, I'm sorry the mortgage company yanked you around like that but I'm glad you were able to find the proof that you were right.

Short day due to staying up so late/waking up so late. Hope to go to bed earlier tonight (yeah, I know this is a recurring refrain).

Today was a better day due to two things: a talk with my dad that didn't solve much but at least let me know that he agreed with me on some things, both the good news and the bad news, and the decision finally being made on the raised bed so that I can start gardening next week.

Long night in the kitchen cleaning up after our dinner, but I made a pumpkin pie from a 'Sugar Pie' pumpkin (I cheated on the pie crust, though).

Gah. So sorry to hear so many Buffistas are having migraine problems. Such a terrible affliction. I don't think non-sufferers understand how frickin' debilitating they are.

Chemo ~ma for your sister, Connie.

The most things I noticed were the lack of words (I couldn't come up with them, and would just let sentences trail off) and the tingly feet and hands--but there was some anorexia (lack of appetite) as well.

Is Topamax the prescription name for coke, now?

In have a not-really-a-problem problem, in that my diamond shoes aren't too tight, exactly, so much as they're over there and I don't know if I should stand up and get them. Or some otehr less painfully crap analogy.

There's a job going at the British Museum that I have a decent shot at getting if I apply. The money is better than I earn now, plus, you know, British Museum. But, the contract is only for a year. I've heard good things about the BM keeping people on once you're in, but I don't know if that's a chance I can take, given that I have a good, permanent job right now. The other issue is that I'd probably be better off applying for a PhD after working for the BM, even if only for a year. So, argh and nyargh.

Thanks, everyone. And thanks for the encouragement regardig the job-leaving. I know it's the right thing but it is still scary to walk away from money for no guarantee. I am so not a gambler.

Okay, now back to bed and hopefully to sleep.