The demons are busy today.

Yes they are.

Get up, go put on "PlanetaryGO!", bounce around. That will help shake the demons.

I endorse this plan like wo.

Ugh, that is a lot Ginger. I have to admit I would delay talking to my mother until I had some answers. Can you argue the hospital biopsy? Might there be another outpatient option?

I'm going. Some friends will be there. I will play PlanetaryGO on the way.

Thanks.

It's still outpatient, Laura, but "longer needles" are involved.

I've been delaying, but I'm getting so short of breath that I don't know that driving to Nashville for Easter is a great idea.

I wish you had better options, Ginger. The stress of a long drive (and family holiday time) is probably not a good idea.

So I think I have this temporary gig. I got in touch with the temp agency today and the woman asked me if I really wanted it. And I said yes. So I'm supposed to call back on Monday with the finalized details.

Then the temp agency called about work for this weekend cleaning hotel rooms. But I'm working so I turned it down.

I went in and worked today (someone was sick) and I was so sleep deprived and it was brutal. Not hugely busy but the manager sort of over scheduled the beginning of the week, and we haven't made mone this week so they had to cut hours. They were told if anyone called out not to give those hours to anyone, but they had to otherwise there would have been no cashier.

At one point when it was slow there were 2 people and a couple in line. The couple was last and got really loud "where's another cashier! You need to open another register! Where's another cashier!"

I tried to explain that I was it and there was no one else. "You need to get someone else" blah blah and then someone came over and the couple went right ahead of the woman in front of them to get the register.

Arrrgh. I haven't had an IBS flare-up in a long time. In fact, I sort of assumed that what was diagnosed as IBS was a mis-diagnosis and was really the gluten issues. Because avoiding gluten has pretty much cut out my IBS-y stuff.

Until this week. Inexplicable badness, all week. (And for some reason, my mom is having the exact same problems that started the same time. Spoooooky.)

I need to go switch from my loose jeans to yoga pants. (Because, NSM with the "loose," at leasy around the waistband, all of a sudden.) Or maybe just a nightgown. Bah.

Humph. Friends and booze and vietnamese, and still cranky. Humph.

That sucks, askye.

Steph, I hope you feel better soon.

Ginger, I'm sorry you have to go to another facility.

I'm drunk, in case that wasn't clear. And cranky.