I'll just see how I feel in the morning. And possibly still not go in, just on principle.

Okay, I may have stolen Shemar, but totally not for Scrabble purposes.

I am overwhelmed with the urge to wail "The cake is a lie!" and swoon dramatically. Except I'm totally not getting up or anything.

I felt a bit bad about that, because it had really helped my friend's arthritis pain, so I suggested he ask his doctor about trying it.

I know it's hard to escape that feeling, but thousands of doctors prescribed it and his doctor might have suggested it on his own if your father asked for something stronger. Let the manufacturers and the FDA feel bad. If only.

Without ibuprofen, I become the Tin Man in rain, getting stiffer and achier each day.

I have to say, being sick of telecommuting aside, it's brought back out Devi's cuddly affectionate side, and I'd missed it. Usually only got it first thing in the morning and occasional random moments. But she's been so talky and curled up against me, so that's nice.

Just when I think Paul Rudd can't be cuter.

Don't go in tomorrow, Jesse. You're already reconciled to not being in, and it's better to have the day to fully recuperate rather than to go back in early and find you're sicker and need to take more time off.

That's the only thing...Or maybe puppets.

As all right thinking lava monsters should be.

My high student texted me and then called me and now is texting me again. I don't think he actually needs anything. When I answer he's all, hey, what up. Like he's been texting me every day, and hasn't just contacted me for the first time in five years.

I'm thinking maybe it's time to set boundaries and ignore? And I can check in with him tomorrow? I dunno.

Boundaries sound reasonable for that situation.

Naproxen is my One True Painkiller and I'm glad that I don't need it very often.

In petty annoyance news, I tried baking a cake and it didn't work out. I have this tiny little penguin-shaped cake pan and it came with a recipe for white cake that supposedly fits it - one egg and 20 g of pretty much everything else. Which sounded kind of pound cakish, maybe? I don't know, I usually make eggless cakes, so this was new territory. Anyway, it was 20g of baking soda, too, which didn't seem right but I had no idea how to adjust that so I went with it and the cake exploded all over my toaster oven and what was left in the pan has that way-too-much-baking-soda taste.

So, no cake. Wah.

I'm an old school Tylenol girl. Ibuprofen makes me jittery and naproxen doesn't do a damn thing. I don't drink hardly at all and don't take a ton of Tylenol, so I think I'm okay with it. Besides, I can't buy demerol at Walgreens.

Ha, that last round he totally thought he was texting somebody else. All good now.

Yay, Perkins!