Oh, wonderful. Westboro Baptist is coming to protest at the Penn State football game on Saturday.

How is it that Westboro has the money for going on their snazzy and classy family vacations still? When I don't?

Whoa. That episode of Flashpoint was really intense.

However I'd really like to either be sleeping or not be in pain. This week is so fucked. And my work phone is still forwarded to my home phone, so calls were coming in. At least I've turned on DND. That was easier than logging and unforwarding.

Ugh, I wish you were sleeping or not in pain, ita.

I have bee PTSD. I was calm, bee-blocked the cat that thought it'd be the bestest buzzy toy ever, captured it, took it outside to bee freedom. Success!

Then my sister texted me and I really need to turn the vibrate off of my phone for a bit.

That episode of Flashpoint was really intense.

Which one, ita?

Do you get ION? The first of the eps--the one that starts with the wedding.

I'm gonna try sleeping again too, once I make sure I have nothing at work important to do.

I honestly cannot figure out how to make Facebook read coherently. I can't seem to figure out how to filter through information, and everything goes too damn fast. Every time I try to go to the site (because that's where the people are, unfortunately), I end up navigating away with my anxiety levels through the roof.

Any hints on how to make the thing more user friendly?

I'm trying to decide what I want to do for my birthday this weekend. I'm still kind of sick, so not really up for visiting anywhere. There's so much traffic around here now from all the press and everything, and it'll get much worse on the weekend because of the football game, so I can't really ask anyone to come visit me. I've got a few friends around here that I could go out to dinner with, but I really don't know that many people well enough yet. (I think the only person I'd really feel comfortable asking is someone who I've known since grad school, and she recently got married and I don't know whether to invite her husband or not, since I don't really know him.)

Some little girls brought a wagon full of baked goods to sell to the reporters camped out outside Paterno's house. (I tried driving by there today, just to see what was happening, but the police had the street closed to all cars except local traffic. There's not much local traffic, since Paterno's house is the last one on a dead end street.)

Congrats, flea!