Public brownies maybe need to be more solid than my ideal. Still, squidgy brownies at my memorial, please.

I am not sure why I'm so painfully OCD about my drinking glasses. But the highballs I just bought not so coincidentally look like most of the highballs I already have, just with a thicker base. And they were the only ones in BBaB that fit the bill. All the others made me twitchy.

I am awkwardly precise about glassware sometimes. Even when I have a lot of wine glasses, I can explain why my favorites are my favorites. And updating never works because I don't like any of the ones that don't have the right feel. The right feel being exactly the ones I already like. Water glasses are just pint glasses because I like them too. The only variety is in old fashioneds because my grandfather used to collect random crystal ones and I got in on the divvying after he died. And got one I bought him back! But those are most often the cat glasses on my coffee table because I am total class.

I loved going to my aunt Sharon's church, and they're totally like family.

I was out with a good friend and her kids this weekend - we met after they went to church. And the seven-year-old started reciting the story of Adam and Eve. She got to part where "God created Eve so that Adam wouldn't be lonely" and my jaw just kinda dropped. She went on to talk about it being Eve who handed Adam the fruit and how it was all Eve's fault and the entire thing just hit me like a hundred pound bag of rocks. Yikes. I was reminded why I don't subscribe to that newsletter. I am personally appalled by so many parts of religious doctrine/texts. YET I am the biggest fan of Jesus Christ and marry *his* teachings. So I stick to direct passages about Jesus to inspire me, and the rest I chuck. In perhaps the most offensive FCM ever.

I have the most boring taste in highballs too! Plain cylinders with a centimetre and a half base. No embellishment. That's it. All the glasses were trying to fancy it up, bar one set. One set.

I tried to mix it up, and I bought a multi-sided set, but somehow that's the set that got broken the most, so I only have one left. Oops. I'm so clumsy.

My parents had a really cool brand of highballs they bought repeatedly that I liked that were different from the plain cylinder--they were basically a shorter curved pilsner glass with a thick heavy base. But I want *exactly* those, so I'm doomed never to find them.

I love my church, but man do I dislike a lot of the people in my Church right now. Not enough to walk out, yet, but I'm starting to feel more and more like by the time the decade is out Matilda and I will be Episcopalians.

Ah, fuck, I just don't know. Except that I *do* know I'd be happy to be part of any church that had Jesse baking gooey brownies for it!

And, ION, my workplace may be imploding. Our one, only, single NP got fired at 4:45. No idea why. There are only two possibilities: (a) our bossdoctor engineered the whole thing and is a raging asshole crazy man who deserves all the hate, forever, and the patient-care side of the division will go into total meltdown come Monday morning, or (b) someone else engineered it (other people have had it in for her for a while, and a few months back the bossdoctor staged a 3-week one-man strike on her behalf) and bossdoctor has no idea, and there will be a division-wide meltdown come Monday morning.

I found out when I was shutting down my computer and leaving at a couple of minutes past five, and the NP came running out of the office where she was being fired to hug me and whisper the shitty news. I know absolutely nothing else, but I feel furious for her (she's great, passionate, smart and in love with all the kids, and she left a well paid job at our #1 rival because this place was her dream job, and hospital politics have been jerking her around from Day 1) and kind of queasy at what the repercussions will be.

Thank God Hec brought some vermouth home and I can bury my brain in a martini for tonight.

JZ, I'm so sorry that your workplace is not NP complete, which is a joke that only a handful of people will get.

Ugh. Sorry about the workplace badness, JZ

JZ, I'm so sorry that your workplace is not NP complete, which is a joke that only a handful of people will get.

(I laughed.)

I'm watching Phantom of the Opera on PBS, which is just awesome in how totally absurdly over-the-top it is.

Good one, Scola. And I'm sorry, JZ.

Oh, JZ, I'm sorry. I love the Episcopal Church we go to (and I'm still pretty Catholicish but feel at home there).

One of my early lessons in class or something: Lice went around like crazy in the academic-class circles I traveled in as a kid, and almost not at all in the more working-class ones. So who knows what's up with lice? NOT ME, MAN.

Lice tends to stick best to very very clean hair (or so I've been told). In lice outbreaks, it's often the least oily hair that attracts the most lice.

ita_!, the girl at my old school who got lice the most often was mixed race and had beautiful beautiful hair that was just this side of an afro, but more dry. I remember her crying and yelling that it wasn't FAIR that she got lice. I also remember telling her that fair didn't play into the equation.

I got nothing else except that my diastolic BP number, after dealing with the person at the pharmacy who made me want to choke a bitch, was 114. I've never seen a diastolic number in the triple digits.

If I have a stroke, you'll know why.

I've never seen a diastolic number in the triple digits.

I have, but it's why my doctor put me on blood pressure meds at 34.