There are few thing worse than bank screwups.

My brother wrote an article he wants feedback on! So cute. And yet, I hope I understand it. The first sentence introduces the Cryptologic Community Foundation Principles. Uh.

always turned out to be a good idea in the end

Problem is, when I'm nauseated like this, swallowing solids doesn't work. I can't my mind over matter to make the sphinctre to open. It's a really intensely unpleasant and distressing sensation. I think if I could power through the mechanics it would be less miserable.

Thanks, guys. I so relieved to being able to slip *something* down. I only ended up with the half sandwich, which was pretty tasty for a sandwich that I know actually tasted like crap.

I'd been lying to my mother through omission, because I didn't want to worry her, but then it meant avoiding her, so it wasn't working out so well. I've been calling her every 3 days pretty regularly since I came back (normally 7-14 days), so it felt kinda weird.

However, I have learnt, she is looking to leave the house for the first time since coming home from the hospital. They (her closest posse) talked her out of it the first time, since it was just to the supermarket, but I told her to fuck them and make them drive her for groceries.

So that makes me happy. Another weird thing I'm getting a emotional payoff from is striking up conversations with strangers. If I can get them to smile, it's even better, because that's one unscheduled smile for the day.

There's this app called Taxi Magic which lets you book a cab without calling anyone, and then it shows you who picked your ride, and where they are on the map coming to get you, etc. It's nifty because you can put in your dropoff address, so no spelling and explanations when you get in, and you can give explicit pickup expectations. Anyway, it also gives you your cab driver's name, so I decided to strike up a conversation with him the whole way back.

It felt good. It felt refreshing in a way that talking to acquaintances, because I don't need to tell him what's bothering me, but I don't need to lie about it either, isn't. He's in a strange middle place. Still, talking to Mr. Singh was both informative and a breath of fresh air, and I'm about to go into the app and give him a high customer satisfaction score. So he wins.

I hope my doctor didn't expect me to keep taking methadone, because I'm out, and he's out of the office until Monday, and I did tell his office tomorrow. That can't possibly be good for my sleep cycle.

Dammit, I have to renew a credit card. The main one for online account and regular debits. This will take forever to track down. I should record this stuff.

Problem is, when I'm nauseated like this, swallowing solids doesn't work. I can't my mind over matter to make the sphinctre to open. It's a really intensely unpleasant and distressing sensation. I think if I could power through the mechanics it would be less miserable.

Ugh, I'm so sorry.

With all of the electronic transfers disabled from last week, things got all screwed up with our account. Not good.

UGH. How is it that their screwups = their customers' needing to spend time sorting it all out?

It felt good. It felt refreshing in a way that talking to acquaintances, because I don't need to tell him what's bothering me, but I don't need to lie about it either, isn't.

I love to do that. On the tour I talked to people all over, mostly hotel staff (and there, they're sort of obligated to converse, but whatever). I did have a few really fun conversation at Pike Place Market in Seattle that day, though.

I'm glad you got some decent calories down. Have you ever though about (I know it's sort of blech, but) the Ensure drinks/puddings if you go through it again?

what Jessica said. And I completely understand that sensation too. Man.

The first sentence introduces the Cryptologic Community Foundation Principles. Uh.

I tried reading the wikipedia page on Crytpography (seriously, the reason is because xkcd makes so many references to it), and I was lost after about 1 paragraph.

Which is perhaps the point.

And now, unrelatedly, I am going to bake a GF pumpkin pie for the first time. I hope it doesn't suck, because I want to make one to take to my family's for Thanksgiving so I can eat some damn proper dessert.

Well things in Occupy Burlington have taken a bad turn. A protester, (possibly a veteran) died of a self inflicted gun shot wound yesterday and so the mayor and police are shutting down the camping.

It looks like the UU church maybe opening its doors to protesters (there were only about 80 people camping as part of Occupy Burlington)

I actually love a chocolate Ensure drink, Amy--I used to drink them during all day training at krav. Everyone thought I was gross, but chocolate! So I win.

However, when I'm gagging (I wonder if the left thumb trick will work for this?), they are way too rich.

they're sort of obligated to converse, but whatever

I have to admit I sort of pinned down a nurse that way today. It could have been a cursory question about portacath hygiene, but I kinda drew it out because it was fun.

Ginger, Perkins, what extra efforts did your nurses go to when they were accessing the portacath? Today's nurse, for the first time, barely did anything extra. Cursory dab of chloraprep, and she was in. She's the first not to double glove, or multiple swab. Nurse before her even masked up and offered me one, which I declined.

Such a random peeve, but whatever: My coworker has got to stop saying she taught "in the Bronx," when she was at HORACE MANN. (Second-best prep school in the country, $37K/year