In between the gray skies in my area and the political news, I really want a chicken pot pie. (Well, and vodka, but that'll have to wait until after work. By about three minutes.)

Awww, I'm sorry billytea. You're going to ruin the whole tradition of in-law jokes, though, if you keep this up.

Shir, you've done important and good work in the world. You're changing the cultural discourse. You're giving voice to something that needed to be said.

In between the gray skies in my area and the political news, I really want a chicken pot pie.

I'm going to lunch with my dad, and I'm going to request we go to First Watch, and despite my gluten intolerance, I'm getting a damn Belgian waffle with extra whipped cream.

There should be something like Lactaid for gluten intolerance.

There should be something like Lactaid for gluten intolerance.

I think that every damn day.

Awesomeness~ma for your people and their interview, Shir! So exciting! Let me know if there's a link to it online afterwards. I shall get The Girl to translate it for me.

There should be something like Lactaid for gluten intolerance.

I think that every damn day.

Me too. How much would I love an enzyme that let me eat pizza. That's not even a question, it's so much. Enjoy the waffle, Teppy! (I do the 'I'm having the damn [lovely wheat-based product] and screw the reaction' thing too occasionally.)

Much healing~ma for your mother-in-law's arm, billytea. That must be so frustrating for you all.

In a case of irritating deja-vu, Derby is proving to be no better than Leeds at supporting its disabled students. Having originally seemed good, they're putting me off repeatedly over support workers that I desperately need. Even more worrying, I was just stranded during an actual fire with no evacuation plan. I happened to be downstairs at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have got out at all. I couldn't go back upstairs for an hour because they wouldn't switch the lifts on, or even tell me when they were going to do that. Am managing to control my "I want to leave and never come back" reaction, as I have those a lot and usually regret them. But, gah. When I'm doing lots of work to try and organise all this stuff, the repeatedly ignored e-mails and requests for help are pissing me off.

Much, much~ma to your MiL, bt.

Blech. Who decided that salad dressing should be sweet? I got a prepackaged salad with spinach, onions, walnuts, and mandarin oranges, and I was expecting a vinegary dressing, but this is pretty much entirely sugar. Even if I just dip the tines of my fork into the dressing and try it by itself, I don't taste anything but sweet.

And I'll bet it has high fructose corn syrup!

Not on, Pink