P.-C., I feel certain, based on nothing whatsoever, that if you take something for inflammation, like ibuprofen, you will shortly be fine.

Yeah, I considering taking something like that, but I didn't think it would work (there's no PAIN, just...numbness/tingling), but, hey, I popped a couple, can't hurt.

Eep, Zenkitty. Don't Google that, it may say you're already dead.

Sometimes I literally sleep on my hands. Smonster, yuck.

P.-C., my idea was that swollen, um, carpal tunnels, might be the cause of the problem, and an anti-inflammatory would shrink the swelling, thus releasing the trapped nerves. So, not based entirely on nothing, but I may have made it up.

If I am dead, I am the liveliest corpse ever. If I am dead, there is an afterlife, where there is Mountain Dew and Top Gear, and it's still fucking hot. Oh, wait. Is this hell? No, can't be, there's Mountain Dew and Top Gear.

I just slept a bunch more. Power kept blinking off, but came back on, thank heavens.

I think I'm going to change Firecracker Boy's number to "Eww" in my phone.

I had no pain , but numbness with my recent classic bout of carpal tunnel - strictly a temporary over use thing -- but anti-inflamatories are exactly what the doctor ordered

I had some reason for getting back on the computer, but I have no idea what it was...

ION, Jilli! I know you sometimes wear T's around the house, and while glancing through ThinkGeek.com (Dan's bday is coming up) I saw this and thought "Jilli! Clovis!"

Ooooh. I may have to get that to turn it into a skirt applique. As soon as I finish my Beetlejuice skirt and my Bela Lugosi's Dead skirt.

I'm going to eat lunch and watch Luther to give my hands a break.

GOOD PLAN. The giving your hands a break part. I have no opinion on Luther.

I have an opinion on Luther. It defies verbalization in any sort of coherent fashion. Sort of...wibble

I have one episode to go, and I think I'm mildly disappointed overall. I wanted a different show than the one I got. It's pretty good, but not great.

I RSVPed for the Nerds@Heart event! So...we'll see how that goes.

Thanks Sail, and everyone, for you support earlier.

I struggled and struggled and then I took a nap. But not before eating the most amazing Mojito sorbet you could possibly imagine. The company is called Sinplicity and their product is the bomb-diggity. I got the Salted Caramel and Mojito to share with my pals M&J. We agreed, it was an orgy of flavor.

Perked me right up.

Except for the price...turn away if you have a faint heart...$12 for two servings. I could have died. And then began a crotchety rant about the awesome 5 cent scoops at the old Thrifty stores of my yout.

Still, each was served with a lovely biscotti...and I don't even like biscotti. And, it's made locally and...fill in lame justifications for it was yummy and I'm trying not to regret it.

As for the debacle, the company president sent the aggrieved client the email I dictated, we teed up the walker I first suggested and Monday, the co. pres. will walk the entire route to ensure nothing goes wrong.

I feel terrible that she had to throw herself on the sword like that...it isn't as if she doesn't have other stuff to do...but there you have it. I volunteered, and may take over once they get into the swing.

I'm just worried that the client, who is obviously in a VERY bad place in her life, has poisoned the waters so that we won't be able to capture those new accounts...much less keep the ones we already had in those buildings.

Ah well. I'm chalking it up to experience.

Cagney has had an extensive nap and a lamb bone and his supper. Now we wants to go play outside.

I maybe the doggy lama, but I don't know how to say, "Are you kidding me? It is actually 104 degrees outside. Not a chance."