Fuck. The only cough suppressant I have is nighttime formula, and I was going to say up for Downton Abbey, but now I'm thinking I'll just take it now and go to bed. But I don't feel that sick! I wish I had gone to the drug store today.

I think I did something wrong today. I put on outside clothes but never went outside.

I'm really hoping my ick has finally departed. I feel better but I haven't tried to do karate or anything that takes some energy and stamina.

I think I grossly overestimated both my energy and my health.

This was me, but with Walmart. It's enough to degrade your faith in humanity by several (dozens of) degrees.

And the one thing I initially left the house for was the one thing I forgot.

AMY! You sweetness you.

Suzi!

Um, what did I do?

Never mind! Wow, I'm scatterbrained today. Glad you got it!

I have a job interview tomorrow and this is the job description the temp agency sent me:

Job Description: Dispatcher-taking incoming calls/emails/possibly some walk in traffic and turning them in to service calls. acknowledge receipt, and keep communication between client and techs. then scheduling the tech for his job. will get start and stop time and give info on the next job. MUST FEEL GOOD IN MS OUTLOOK. Must be strong but not harsh, flexible and know when to say it has to be done this way. Must be able to embrace the job as your own. Managed, organized, responsible for communication, dont give up, cant get frustrated easily.

The italicized words are ones I found a little strange. Do they strike anyone as peculiar?

Well, there`s that game. Man I hate the Steelers.

quester, sounds like it was written by a very bad writer.

My dad just invited himself up to my place for Superbowl Sunday, and I was telling him that, since I always liked the Steelers as a kid, I might just have to root for them, just like I would if it were the Broncos in the game.

I was very proud of myself tonight! I came home from my class around 5:00, sped through the Bears/Packers game on fast-forward off my dvr, and then spent the next half-hour waffling on whether I would order delivery for the first time since the surgery. I thought maybe I'd just get an Italian sausage sandwich and a buffalo chicken sandwich, which would have given me lots of leftovers for the week, but would have cost me at least an extra $7 between delivery charge and tip. Finally, I talked myself out of it and ended up hardboiling a dozen eggs for egg salad, which I'm going to make in another hour or so after they chill in the fridge a little longer.

I'm down to 400 pounds as of this morning, so that's 80 pounds so far.

It's the part about being strong but not harsh and not giving up or getting frustrated easily. It sounds like a conflict situation.

I was also told to dress conservatively. Is a black suit with a white shirt conservative enough?