Building alarm system has been blaring for the entire 8 hours since I got home from work. Obviously, it does not actually alert anyone who's supposed to respond to it, and has a habit of false alarms on weekends when building management is out of contact. It can only be shut off by someone with a key, which the fire department doen't have.

A wooden axe handle would insulate against electric current if someone were to chop through a big cable inside a protective metal tube, right?

Not enough.

Ugh. Awake. And Time Warner fucked up and disconnected our cable, phone and Internet a week early. Thanks?

Sue! I had no idea Nova Scotia was such a magic place: [link]

So, I am not claustrophobic. At least I never considered myself to be UNTIL I had an MRI. It took ever fiber of my self-restraint, not to scream to get me the fuck out of there. I was pissed that I didn't have a valium or something ahead of time.

On top of it, I wasn't supposed to have eaten for X hours before the MRI, and my MRI was delayed by hours because of an emergency (fine). But it was so long I was waiting that I nearly passed out after the test and had to go to the hospital cafeteria and eat something and sit down for 1 hour in order to be able to drive.

Building alarm system has been blaring for the entire 8 hours since I got home from work.

I'm so glad that's only happened a couple of times in the 2.5 years I've lived here, because it's the same thing -- you can't get in touch with anyone and it's a whole clusterfuck. My building is barely managed.

I want all of those OPI colors, weirdly. Maybe I'll get a mani in addition to a pedi today, because I've been wishing I had grey polish for my hands, but I don't. Or maybe I'll just buy a bottle!

I'm glad your moms CAT scan looked good, ita,

I'm home with nothing much on the agenda for the weekend. But the weather looks nice and I'm thinking biking or a long walk would be good.

I think in 8 hours I'd have found out where the building manager lived and been banging on his door.

I am slightly claustrophobic but it mostly gets me when crowds of people block all my escape routes. I don't know how I'd do in an MRI.

It seems I'll be spending my morning with a whole bunch of theatre critics and Simon Callow. Huh.

Huh indeed!

I was just talking with a coworker about how a good Muslim would go to Mecca if they couldn't handle crowds. Is there an off-time that would still work??

I always think I'd be fine in an MRI on my stomach, but not on my back. I've never really thought of myself as claustrophobic, but remember the helicopters in the opening credits of MASH, with the little ... pod thing the patient would lie in? I saw that as a kid and immediately thought, "Oh, no way." I think on my stomach I could pretend that it wasn't such a tight space?

The across-the-street neighbor is having a moving sale, and I got four books, an IKEA wood tray, a 13x9 inch baking pan, cookie cutters, a cake cutter and rolling pin, and a 12x16 picture she'd made (which I wanted for the nice white frame) for ... $6. She wanted $3, and I told the point of a yard sale was to *make* money, not give everything away.

She had pastels and gauche and colored pencils and art books, too, which I really wanted, even though ... I don't know how to use any of that stuff. But it was so pretty! Colors!

Speaking of which, there are at least two of those polishes I need, the grape being one of them. I like the pale teal, too.