I think drum circles are likely to elicit rage. Discuss.

I'm being infused righ now. Wheee? Iron is at 7. Normal range is 10-232.

Timelies all!

Woke up a bunch of times during the night. (Mostly because of the congestion in my nose, but having Nova start meowing at 6 didn't help.) Did a half day at work, and am now at Balticon, soaking up the free wi-fi in the lobby. Not as tired as I thought I'd be.

The FREE MOON PIES are also pissing me off mightily, like we're a bunch of puppies jumping eagerly at snax instead of grown-ups with years invested in working for this place without raises or bonuses and with very, very little chance for advancement (plus, isn't the history of the popularity of the Moon Pie that it was sugary and dirt cheap, so even a day laborer sweating for pennies could afford a Moon Pie and a Coke for lunch and have enough energy to sweat through the rest of the day? That's the best snax they could come up with for a Staff Appreciation giveaway?).

But, fuck, that's one loud-ass drum circle. I've got plenty of rage to spread around.

This is in part fueled by the gift I got earlier this week, a huge box from a "fulfillment center" somewhere out by Chico that contained a tiny box that contained a 5-year service pin (I've been here almost 21 years, but since I left for 4 months in 2008 my service-rewards clock was set back to zero). No note from the university, no nothing, just a warm and friendly insert in the tiny box informing me that my service pin comes with a limited warranty. So, currently feeling both not appreciated and not fulfilled by my employer.

So last night when chasing the cat who ran up a tree, I slipped a little and sort of bounced off a railing in the process of righting myself. No big.

Um, I have avery deep purple bruise the size of a small grapefruit on my back. Pretty sure it will appall everyone at the pool. And it WILL be visible.

I never used to bruise. But two days ago I bought this metal shelf set and now I have all these bruises on my arm from carrying it from my car and up the stairs to my place. But at least they're not grapefruit-sized.

And I'm officially banned from donating blood anymore. No giving away the red blood cells.

I hope you get your iron levels back up to snuff soon, Suzi.

My sheets? Already dry.

Tell them you were shot by a Ruritanian assassin, but your copy of Das Kapital absorbed most of the blow.

My sheets? Already dry.

At 1500 thread count you probably could have just flapped them like you were making the bed and shook all the water out.