My room is clean. My laundry is folded, though I have another load I should start. Dishes are washed (by hand, still haven't gotten the dishwasher fixed). DVDs are sorted. And 6 CDs have been loaded into iTunes.

Got a settlement check from a class action suit against a past mortgage holder. I figured our cut would be something like $2.87 but it was actually more like $175. I called KCD to tell him and to ask if I could keep the full amount to pay off CJ's ER bill (last time I asked KCD to split the cost he said he didn't have the money). Now I just need KCD to endorse the check and I can pay that bill. Woot.

I don't think I even know your real name, le n. You're just you.

I doubt I have any name doppelgangers using my whole last name, but I know of at least one using my birth name. She was the sister of a famous Irish patriot.

Hmm, vanity search turns up another one, a sociologist.

I cannot imagine that circumstance -t. That is such a completely foreign concept to me that I would know everyone with my last name or that they would all be related to me. Wild.

Everyone with my last name is related to me, too. As far as I can tell, we're all descended from one guy who lived in Poland in the early 1800s.

I didn't have any time to do my work onerous tasks today, and in fact had to give up half of my planned vacation day on Friday in order to do them.

HOOKERS AND BLOW

I have a name doppelganger in IN who's a registered sex offender. Yuck.

I'm losing facial expression. It's not good as a sign of depression level.

I am thrilled the Rangers are winning and no expression.

Thinking of ita and long distance hugs for scola.

There are a ton of my Firstname Lastnames running around. One owns a cranberry bog. One is a Presbyterian Pastor. Several have mugshots. Half of the first page of Google search results are me, though.

Ah, sweetie. Explore your options for help. I've only recently discovered I lose 'face' during certain hormonal thingamagigs. And if I'm truly neutral, my face is kinda mean/angry, even if I am not.

Fond memories of seeing art exhibits and snarking in DUMBO with msbelle, Jesse and Tom. Think that was the only time I've been in NYC other than transiting through.

Today has been ludicrous on a number of levels. Including emergency drugstore appointment and prescription for me, but fuck my life. My mother is recovering nicely and she's starting to believe the (true) nice things we're saying about her. I think she's the most popular person in the hospital. They had to bring in extra furniture.

Unrelatedly, my sister is trying to get me to mark anthropology papers for her. My father asked to see one, and gave it back after one sentence. Problem is, I can fail this chick with no actual knowledge of the Kayapo. It's that bad. I feel so bad, I refuse to mark up the paper.

Thanks again for the support, guys. Thanks always.