Oh ugh, Lee.

Ugh, I'm sorry, Lee. I hope you're not caught in the fallout zone.

I'm pretty sure the fall out zone is primarily going to be in the SF office, rather than here, even though it may well impact me tangentially.

Hugs my less crazy satellite office tight.

Yeah, Pete and I need to write up wills. I'm pretty sure Dad (now) has a will, but I should check. I know that he has a pre-paid cremation plan, because he gave me the card for it while saying "I don't plan on you needing to use this for the next 50 years or so, but just in case ..."

And it sucks that you and I know this first-hand.

I wish you didn't.

Yeah, my dad bought a discount funeral plan years ago, but I think his will is actually on my dead laptop. Another thing to get on.

I don't know if I even care if the developer can tell I'm crying on the phone, because I am motherfucking over her. She's another person who'll start off with "it's all good" and end up with "I haven't done anything yet." I'm tired, frustrated, I feel like a heated icepick is being repeatedly planted in my back, and I have -5 patience right now. I do not need to be walking her through the steps of troubleshooting the application. I don't know table names. I don't know schema names. I don't know ACLs. IT'S NOT MY JOB.

And, omg, there is apparently not enough dilaudid on this planet, at last check. It's less than 24 hours to the procedure, but I'm still totally freaked out. And, honestly, my doctor isn't actually all that confident it will work. But I'm trying not to think about that because...what good is that? What is there at the end of that except crazy?

Oh Lee.

I have never had one of those phone calls. Ye gads.

Monday night, I walked into my parents' house and started crying. My mother said I was her second Jess of the day! But it was great, because I got the crying out of the way and have been better at work the last two days. Good thing my big meeting is tomorrow!

Hope the crazy stays away from you, Lee.

Stephen did not have a will when he passed because he refused to acknowledge the possibility of that happening. He would get super angry with his family when they suggested it, and I knew better. Our home and bank accounts were all joint and I was beneficiary of his insurance. It wasn't ever an issue, but I would not recommend you follow my lead here. His family never suggested that anyone else would make his medical decisions except me. I know this could have gone badly, but they were sane and reasonable.

Good news from my doctor. I have a cyst on my forehead, another on my arm and a lump of fat that sticks up from my back. None of these are anything to worry about, and I don't need to get them removed.

Hey, diagnosis.

Do people in baby name site communities tend to share uncommon names for their children?

I'm looking at a list for the first quarter of 2012 with not that many kids, but more than one Ruby, Silas, Wren, Hazel, Leonie...the names are very...very. Canadian? Maybe. [link]