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.

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?

RC rather than Coke, I believe. Sorry the appreciation is not forthcoming in an effective way, JZ.

Suzi, I'm sorry your iron is low, but glad the tiredness has a cause you know how to fix, at least.

I'm apparently backing up another vacationing analyst next week. Fortunately she came by to tell me she was listing me on her Out of Office messages just now, because I had no idea. Meep.

It's kinda cool they can just push more iron right into you.

I like science, when it works.

I have a terrible habit of just grabbing a really long fic that meets a couple mechanical criteria and downloading it to my tablet for when there's no wi fi and ending up with utter crap. This last story I was struggling through, despite the dodgy grammar and rampany wish fulfillment, but they just used the word "skellington" when talking about anatomy and I just want to pat them on their heads as I back-click away forever.

Finally the Godzilla lover over the cube wall and I have found something in common! Young Justice creys!

I just got a bunch of baby clothes for a shower gift for Sunday, and realized I could have also gotten some for my next shower, in July. But I am too superstitious! In a weird, makes-no-sense way, because I'll buy presents for a baby that doesn't exist, but not thaaaat far in advance.

You should work on making your superstitions more rational and logical, Jesse.

40 more minutes, I think there are two of us left working in the department.