Oh, god, I'm having distracting levels of anxiety responding to the problem developer. She read as many as three tickets talking about "direct URL.net to point to URL.com" and came back to me with two things--one was perfectly valid and I deleted those three words, and the other was "URL.com is already set up, have five pedantic and annotated screenshots."

I asked her to tell me as soon as she sees my error next time, and I sent her screenshots pedantically (but more aggressively, I guess, since I used red and drop shadows--maybe next time a ragged edge on the screenshot) circling .NET on them.

And now I'm going home because I can't deal, and it's Winchester night tonight.

Because I can't seem to force myself to mow the lawn yet again (er, I am yet again not forcing myself like I should, that is), I'm publicly stating that if the weather forecast on Saturday calls for rain all day Sunday, I will mow the lawn in Saturday.

Because saying it in public makes it stick, right?

I did go running two mornings this week already, so, inching closer to what I want my normal routine to look like...

I was once on a plane where a hostile (?) customer either got taken off by cops or almost did -- now I can't remember. In the flight attendant's defense, it was a small plane, so she was alone and wanted to handle it before the plane took off.

msbelle, I'm sorry your job is so full of poo.

I am so angry with Comcast right now, and every person I talk to tries to upgrade my service. As I said to the last one, I am super close to cancelling everything right now, so not tonight. At least the DVR problem is systemic and known by the recording? The internet problem is just me, apparently.

But I did go to yoga after work, for the first time EVER.

And...I agreed to give another co-worker a lift home. Who am I?

Okay, I'm outtie. That's one thing I am.

Last time I flew to B'ham, we had to return to the gate to deplane an older fellow who started threatening the flight attendants (all male, the one he initially threatened looked like Ryan Gosling) when told to turn of his phone. It was an appropriate response, the dude went from non-compliant to ballistic in about 15 seconds. "I'll have your job, BOY!" No, you had a nice meeting with airport police.

And...I agreed to give another co-worker a lift home. Who am I?

Maybe you're turning into sarameg? If you start hanging out with your neighbors, we'll know.

Easter ham has transformed into lentil soup. Nom. I may have overproduced however, but I can freeze some if it comes to that.

Franny is watching Return of the King for the upteen-millionth time. It's still so damn moving.

What kind of DSL problem would let me get to gmail, Facebook, and twitter but not here, aol, or HuffPo? The diagnostic page keeps suggesting that I have a device without a DSL filter which is not true.

did you know there are yelp reviews for jails?

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