Since my semi-victory with the kale chips, I've mostly been trying to see how many times I can listen to the new Panic! single without getting tired of it. We're up to six!

Poor Jesse. Are you medicating well? Drinking tea?

You need to get this: [link]

Yes. Yes, I do need that. And I can clip my uv light to it and all will be well.

I'm pretty sure I packed my teeny screwdriver with me on a recent trip in case I needed it. What? You sometimes do. But I don't remember where I packed it. And it is, in fact, teeny. Thus hard to find. Although I swear I had two of them, actually.

Thanks, you guys. I'm medicating OK -- although Dr. Google suggested that leaving the fever helps fight the infection? bleh -- and drinking lots of hot water. I just can't believe I'm going to have three sick days this week, but no way am I going in tomorrow.

Yeah, you need your rest, Jesse. Don't push it.

I found a tiny screwdriver, but not my tiny screwdriver, which looks like a pen and has a pocket clip...what? Anyway, the tiny screwdriver was in the toolbox, which is a crazy place to keep screwdrivers if you ask me.

Why does Australia always have the best headlines?

They had sharks swimming in the streets. If they didn't have the best headlines, I'd be disappointed. They've already got the best stories.

FCM: Benadryl, Sudafed, Ibuprofen

F: Ibuprofen (sometimes it works)
C: Sudafed. I do not get why people want to feel like this recreationally. I have to think long and hard about whether I want to breathe or I want to brane and not twitch.
M: Benedryl. We are OTP.

I've mostly been trying to see how many times I can listen to the new Panic! single without getting tired of it. We're up to six!

I tried that with Na Na Na.

I got a speeding ticket.

Oh, also: M ibuprofen (my faaavorite), F Sudafed (it's a bad idea, but I do it sometimes anyway), C Benedryl (does nothing for me)

I got a speeding ticket.

I'm not driving, though!

I will credit the entire Danger Days album for helping me figure out the new book's plot at Sara's swim lesson the other night. Thanks, Gee!

I tried that with Na Na Na.

I got a speeding ticket.

My concert wife S (whom Kate P knows in meat space), whom I have NEVER seen speed (on many a road trip) put on that album and floored it a few weeks ago.

I almost didn't want to tell her how fast she was going because it was hysterical (and the highway was empty) but we were approaching the turnpike gates and, well, you just never know...

So apparently they're lining up an RFP for contracting firms to fill my slot, and there will be some jujitsu with my resume being sent along in close proximity. "Nudge nudge, know what I mean?" and so forth.

No word yet on start date. My coworker is trying to convince me to try to get a raise out of it, just to cover the pain & suffering of all this. Which is tempting except for the fear that I'll price myself out of the work.

Next Thursday is my last day in this position: at least I can kind of sort of tell people something now...

But I still want my bottle of Oban. And a pony.