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.

TAKE IT, JARS! Seriously. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity.

Stephanie, I hope you caught some sleep.

Following Buffistas reviews, I'm hoping Tomapax will do good for the sis. Poor thing got migraines most of the time, at least half of the month. And she's forcing herself to work and study with them (she's been serving with them in the IDF in a half-combat position, so she got used to be half-active with them).

ION. I'm starting to sense a pattern. From Monday noons to Wednesday nights, I'm freakishly happy. On Thursdays, it's Approach Me And I Will End You day. Not sure what's happening here, and maybe I just can't socialize and be nice to people more than 3 days in a row, but I'm impatient and "Meh" and don't understand wtf is going with my emotional system, and why it's on and off and messing with me on specific days of the week.

Chemo~ma for Connie's sister.

Max isn't doing well. We've started him on a new chemo regimen. If it doesn't help, I think we're going to have to Make The Decision.

Jars, that sounds like a great opportunity.

Stephanie, so glad you and your mortgage broker figured things out. And, a pox on your mortgage company.

Caution: work rant ahead: I am thankful that I have a job that I like particularly in the sucky climate that Illinois has for teachers right now. I know thousands of teachers got laid off last year and my district did not have to lay anyone off (for this year...next year we probably will). And, I know we made cost saving cutbacks to help with that. Including getting rid of all printers. We now have to print to the copy machine. Which is one floor up and the entire building away from me. So, not a quick thing to do. Assuming the mothereffer even works, which frankly, it does not. Ever. I can't ever print anything at school anymore. I print at home and bring it to work and make copies. Which of course means that I can't ever change my plans without at least 2 days notice which doesn't always work in teaching. I don't have textbooks, so it's not like I can just have them turn to a different page. I am so frustrated I can't stand it. Imagine not being able to print at work. Ever. Fucking pisses me off to no end.

Please return to your regularly scheduled lovely morning.

FWIW, my sister did great on Topomax - once she'd passed through the initial Dopomax brain-fog phase, her migraines vanished almost entirely.

Oh Fred Pete, I'm sorry. {{{}}} ~ma to all of you.

Oh, Betsy, I'm so sorry for the Topamax misery, and full of HULK SMASH rage at your employers (and also heartbroken, because it used to be such an amazing place to work and gave you so much joy; it's disheartening and terrifying how quickly the culture can change with just a handful of different people in place). But it's so good to see you here again.

Jars, DO IT.

Connie, I'm so sorry, and vibing hard for your sister. And cancer can go hang itself, the sooner the better.

bonny, all possible peace and ease and comfort to Niki. You and she have both been such blessings in each other's lives, and yet no matter how much time you have it's still never enough. Wishing her, and you, every imaginable grace at this time.

ChiKat, that sounds enraging.

Much more meara-ing, but now off to dress Matilda and run out the door. Bah.