Panicky x-post with Bitches

Paging Steph - I'm an idiot and tired and don't know how this happened, but I sprayed some of my allergy meds into my eye. I flushed it out with cool water for a while and all the literature is very helpful as to how one should (usually in bold) avoid at all costs spraying it into one's eye. But no details on what happens next? aside from the obvious damage to my ego. DH doesn't seem to be worried, but that's just because - well, DH is never worried. Which worries me. See where I'm going with this? Hopefully not blind.

Sincerely, dumbass mcgee

eta - and I was doing moderately well with the impersonating of a human thing.

Kat- I hope you don't get pink slipped. that's idiocy.

Kat, I really hope things turn out ok.

My brother is Ambien messaging me on FB. I keep telling him to GO TO BED. I hope he finally did, I turned my messaging off. His spellings gets worse and worse and he gets less coherent and now tomorrow I will get a morning call to laugh about what he doesn't remember posting.

CJ was looking for a book yesterday so I pulled American Gods off the shelf. I forgot that it gets pretty explicit. Ooops?

Oh, fiery blow job, Gaiman, what is your deal.

Eh, CJ's ready to read about blow jobs en fuego. Or skip past them as he prefers.

I have to say though, the fact that CJ not only reminded me, but showed me the part he was talking about, made me feel like a good mom. Despite giving him porn.

For those of you who say you'll never run unless someone is chasing you, a zombie infested 5k obstacle course: run for your lives.

Eh, they're not real zombies, just people in makeup. I bet if you take one down screaming, the rest will back off and let you finish the 5k at a leisurely walking pace.

Ugh Kat, that makes me so ragey, both on your behalf and on behalf of the kids who deserve to be treated like people, not pawns! What the fuck is wrong with this system?!?

Ugh, Kat. That was my childhood, right there, until Dad started with a district way the hell north of us in '81.

RIF is a TLA I've always known.

ATTN: TEP. [link] For hands.

Atenolol made me less anxious when I was on it while pregnant.

Yeah, that totally sucks Kat, as everyone says both for your and the kids in the system. And, don't know how many of you are old enough to remember, but thank you Prop 13 and Jarvis/Gann for the gradual destruction of California's school system, and public infrastructure.

Kat, I rage on your behalf. I really do.

I had a good day today, and I wish everyone could partake in it, dammit. Good performance review, and my portfolio review got me accepted into the intermediate class instead of the beginners. Teacher says my work is excellent but lacks emotion. Since I knew the latter, but didn't suspect the former, good news, even if he is trying to get my money--since they were getting it either way. Both classes cost the same.

I took one class. It's full of totally weird people--one guy drew the model with a helmet on. I was there. She wasn't wearing a helmet. I feel less odd about giving him fanart in my "portfolio". Here is a photo of my drawing for today. It is NSFW. Boobies and a hint of vulva. Still no emotion. He has his work cut out for him. I hope he wins.

But they look like good people. There were cupcakes, and alcohol is de rigeur, apparently.