I need to jumo-start some productivity, but I am just tired and brain-dead. I hung out with and stayed the night at my friend's house for her bday/St. Pat's party. I slept fine, and I only got a little tipsy...but I don't wannt do nothin' today.

But I should, I should!

My brain is far too stupid to do any writy/website/biz things, so I think I will finish some household projects and straighten up my office. Slowly. With many breaks.

It's REALLy nice today, and I should go clean out the front garden patch and start my basil and cilantro seedlings, but it's just far to strenuous to contemplate.

Allyson, that's why I never go to a stylist unless someone else with curly hair has recommended them. I have had far too many bad experiences.

Well, I stained the front porch bistro set. My car has gas. And I only have a small amount of stain-freckles.

Yeah, Hil. I sometimes wait too long between cuts and go bananas at the wrong place. I usually just use Rudy's for special effects hair dye and a bang trim.

But he even fucked up the dye. I thought he was just wetting my hair down in the sink (Special effects is applied on damp hair) but he was actually dumping the bottle on my head in the sink, and combing it through with his fingers. Then he sat me under the dryer with it capped, which is right, but as I was reading, i noticed that my head was not warm. Fucker forgot to put the dryer DOWN.

I think Rudy's mostly employs hairdressers according to the number of visible tattoos they have.

It's a cold snowy slushy day here. IE, as soon as I'm done with work, it's nap-with-a-cat time.

After watching a few episodes of Tabitha Takes Over I am no longer surprised by incompetent, poorly trained hair stylists who somehow managed to pass their licensing exam.

I've had two cuts at Floyd's so far that have been quick and business-like, and with only the briefest hesitation to make sure I really wanted the clipper guard I said I wanted. It's remarkable how much of a difference that makes to the experience.

Because if you're going to take your time with my "haircut", take it after you get the basic length down, to make sure you've caught most of the strands that were lying down. There's no point going down centimetre by centimetre. Oy. It's *so* not complicated.

I need to call home, but I'm tired.

Hey, does everyone want to come with me to the ER next week? We can have a mass Skype session when the doctor comes to check me out. And you can all testify to what a whiny no-life miserable brat I am during the week. Because apparently I'm too sparklingly fresh at 2 in the morning.

Hospital is out of compazine and either Zofran and Reglan--whatever is my #2 antiemetic, so they gave me IM phenergan instead. Man, I forgot how much I don't like IM. I couldn't work out where the ache was coming from all morning.

So, seriously, there's a nationwide shortage of the top 2 anti-nausea IV medications. How does that get to happen? That's got to be fucking up a *lot* of people. UCLA hasn't had compazine available for months now. At least, not for my priority level--they say not at all, and unless they're hoarding, the internet backs them up. Okay, checked, and it's zofran that's also experiencing a national shortage due to manufacturing issues and extra demand.

There's a "the nation is sick of right-wingers" in there somewhere.

ita, I sometimes would like to sit down with your doctors and describe the woman who arrived in LA that day in her Jetta, and what she was like, how much she accomplished, and how she charged through life with her head up and a confident smirk. I would like to send them an essay, and say, "she would trade in all the dilaudid in the world to have this back. But you can't fucking fix her, so you just have to keep her going until you figure out how to give her that life back. Sneering at her isn't going to get her back in front of a Krav class, is it? This is what will keep her going until you can fucking fix it. Be mad at your lack of cure, not at her wish to keep it going until you can cure her.

("You piece of fucking shit meatbag mechanic" will be implied by my tone)

Allyson is reminding me why I love my overpriced hair stylist. I always get a great cut, and she never raises her eyebrows at how long I wait between cuts. She even makes house calls!

So, seriously, there's a nationwide shortage of the top 2 anti-nausea IV medications. How does that get to happen?

Dang, what is with all these nationwide drug shortages? First there were the chemo drugs, the ADHD drugs, now this.