Wait, what? That's where I work! Must keep an eye out for the critters. Eep.

Oh yeah! But I wouldn't worry too much if I were you, o_a. I lived there for many years and the mice infestation was just the one year, and the campus cracked down on it pretty fast.

I tossed Evander's gift because of possible glass slivers. I thought I got them all but I'd hate to give him something that might hurt him.

There's a black cat bag that's way easier to make than the Frankenhead bag I made so I'm going to try and make it. These are the bags [link]

Will came over, it took both of us to get the light fixutre changed and the cover over it.

Frank, I'm very sorry. All strength to you and your family, and ease and comfort to her.

~ma to Matt's dad.

And askye, kitty~ma to Dean.

ease~ma to smonster's tum, and may the good fairy smite Hil's landlady with common sense and tact.

Good results~ma for Matt's dad.

Peace and comfort wishes for your and yours, Frank.

Also health~ma headed to those who need it for themselves or loved ones.

sj, I had spotting and cramps at times when I ovulated.

For those of us who enjoy ASH singing, my tivo tells me that there is something called "Repo! The Genetic Opera" starring ASH on Tuesday the 23rd at 10:15 on IFC. Description is "A worldwide epidemic allows a biotech company to manage an organ-financing program that allows it to foreclose on and harvest human body parts." It has 1 1/2 stars, so I suspect that it will be terrible, but maybe in a good way?

It's a "rock opera" combined with a sci-fi slasher movie. It's a jumbled hot mess, but I find it fun. And ASH obviously had a good time chewing on the scenery.

I'm supposed to be at a friend's birthday/ pumpkin party. I don't know if it will replenish my spoons or deplete them totally, but she just texted to ask if I'm coming so... Here goes. Eff this tummy thing for spoiling Halloween for me.

Laura, I can't see your message on my phone, but I'll try to remember to check it at home.

ION I've barely been drinking while ttc and apparently I've lost all tolerance. One martini 2 hours ago and I'm still completely shitfaced.

You know, when you (and by "you," I mean "me") have a painful but more-or-less benign ladyparts issue (Bartholin's cyst; feel free to google, but I don't recommend image-googling, for reasons I am about to explain), it's REALLY freaky to image-google it and get a photo of SURGERY, complete with scalpel being used in the photo, as one of the top hits.

Not cool, Google Images.

Relatedly, OW. Worst place ever to get a benign cyst. I'm hoping my notoriously difficult-to-get-an-appointment-with OB/GYN can get me in this week. (And I really hope my future doesn't hold a re-creation of that Google Images picture.)

Laura, thanks. That is good to know. I wondered if the two things might be related.

Teppy, ouch. That sounds very unfun.

I am having a lovely night. TCG and I are both still exhausted, but we had theatre tickets, so we went to RI to see a production of King Lear, the dinner at a yummy restaurant we had a gift certificate to, and finally, dessert at my all time favorite place ever. Dinner for me was ricotta and spinach gnocchi in a tomato basil sauce and TCG had a lemony chicken dish over pasta. We shared a side of fries with parmgiano reggiano with truffle oil. For dessert I had a cappuccino and a banana cream pie, and TCG had an herbal tea and helped me with the pie. Nom nom nom.