OK, I didn't mean to kill Bitches! Geez, y'all!

(So far my re-planned day involved going to the farmer's market, dropping off library books (it was closed for Veteran's Day), and coming home to sit with a heating pad and watch some TiVo'd stuff. May sew later)

I've been working on cleaning out my email inbox all day, but a swimming break seems to be a good plan at the moment.

I'm at school getting ready for the open house marathon for interested families.

I'm switching between Natter and packing. So much packing!

Why do I have this much stuff, and why can't I just right-click on it and hit Delete?

I skated and am now at work. Then home to clean house and afterwards off to see my lover Daniel Craig kick some 007 ass.

Ahahaha, Raq.

Because, man, I feel him. (Um!)

Heh.

My freaking wrist STILL hurts and I have to baby it, and it's been almost 6 months. And I'm DOING all my exercises!

Eek. I am not telling him that. Maybe. He thinks he's going to be GTG by February or so, and I am highly doubtful. I figure I'll let the doc tell him.

I went for a walk since it's a beautiful warm day.

I dropped back to my original dose of medication and I'm more clear headed but not getting as much done. I don't understand.

Raq, where are you headed again? My friends here are off to Norway in a couple of weeks for a three year posting.

askye, maybe the perfect dose is somewhere in between? :)

Ooh, Norway is an awesome posting.

I just downloaded some books from the library. Finishing watching Glee.

Ooo, Norway.

I am heading to Caracas, Venezuela, for two years or until we get evacuated.

Fun facts: a resident of Caracas is 10 times more likely to be killed than a resident of Baghdad. 60% of the city is off-limits to us at all times, another 30% is off-limits after dark, and the remaining 10% is where 50% of the murders and kidnappings take place.

So it's basically 2 years of house arrest.