She can also sing some of the imperial march. It's pretty quiet, but totally adorable

With her Darth Vader-related hand signals (am I remembering that right?) that is extra cute.

is that True Orange orange flavored fizzy water? Did you get the True Orange and True Lime and are they as awesome as the True Lemon?

Yup! I mean, yes, it's True Orange. I think I like Lemon best, but probably only because I had it first, and a lot. I don't think there's any point to the lemonade, having completely acclimated to whatever sweet the "evaporated cane juice" provides.They're all pretty tasty. I can't find Orange or Lime near me, but I'm okay with ordering it from wherever--I'll just up the amount, since ordering 1 box of each is pretty lame.

Go up steps without holding a hand or the railing. Drinking through a straw (she loves the lime refreshers from Starbucks). Writing her name.

I love your kids, by the way. Even if I never see them. And my mother still asks about them every few months.

My phone service has been cut off--and not because I ditzed on a bill, as you'd imagine. No, on Sunday morning (3 AM) our IIS configuration was complete, which led to me discovering that the VIP on the load balancer that had been set up on Friday wasn't actually routing traffic correctly and apparently England was the only place answering the phone.

I get what they're doing, but this isn't my credit card--do land lines get hijacked? And how do you do that?

Okay, I am realising that I'm having anxiety issues about the botox. I feel like it will be my fault if it doesn't work, and going to the ER still once a week means it didn't, and if it doesn't, then I have to get the electrodes.

I know each component of that sentence is false, but knowledge is really useless sometimes. It's just--I fucking hate doctors sometimes. I hate looking them in the eye and justifying that it hurts, like I have to have excuses for it.

I hate looking them in the eye and justifying that it hurts, like I have to have excuses for it.

It'd be nice to have a meter and just point to the needle heavy into the red.

people are wrong on the internet. and in this case, they can't spell. anti-choice wing-nut.

I'm seriously at the point where I entertain the suspicion they're giving me water instead of dilaudid. I'm like "That's 4mg? Seriously? Of dilaudid?" 50mg of Benadryl, I can feel. For a minute. Literal minute. But I feel like I have to make nice face when I know I have to leave anyway because they're done giving me meds, so I nod and tell them it's under a 5 if they actually follow the rules. They have trained me to think I'm training them.

To give me water.

this kind of flower

Dahlia, I think.

Yes, dahlia: [link]

I did a reverse image search, and the only hit that was actually that flower was someone asking what flower it was. THANK YOU FOR NOTHING GOOGLE.

Literally all I know about dahlias is that they are poisonous. I would never have recognized those.

Fuck, ita, that sucks. It's not your fault it still hurts despite everything you've tried. Arggh.

Grace with the the vocalizing is fantastic!

If anyone is wondering, having a wonderful meal followed by an amazing absinthe service and then a luxurious hot bath is pretty much as wonderful as you'd think. Ahhhh. Sometimes it is really good to be me. And to be friends with Lee.

I need to step away.

Suzi, I sent you a invite via text. Umm, I hope the phone doesn't buzz and wake you up!

I know each component of that sentence is false, but knowledge is really useless sometimes.

Yes. But keep knowing it, please.

YAY Grace! Amazing.

I just saw that they are hiring at an organizing called the Harry Potter Alliance. Um, OK.