Holy crap you guys, I slept almost 11 hours last night. I did not think I was that tired!

Woo for two proper doses! Fingers crossed for the third.

I've been working shifts that start at 5 or 6 in the morning, but this week I'm switching to evenings and afternoons - tonight I start at 7 PM. I am not sure how to make that transition, but I think it starts with not doing a whole lot this morning. I tried to stay up late last night and sleep in this morning, but once the sun was up so was I. Probably a lot of coffee in my future...

Zoe gets Natural Choice Venison and Brown Rice that I get at Pet Supermarket. I have been experimenting with a variety because she passes gas way too much. This one seems to be pretty good so far.

I hope #3 has happened and relief is reality.

I am apparently more emotional than usual today. Tears for Aaron Swartz while watching morning news while I managed to read about it previously without the tearful reaction. It is just so sad that he felt this was his only option. Heartbreaking for his loved ones. What a loss.

Note from the front lines: Don't pour that extra half cup of melted butter left over from that recipe down the sink. Else you'll be up to your elbows in dishwater, bailing it out with a mixing bowl and headed to Walgreens to buy Draino Max Gel before you've had a shower.

David, you made it to mumblety-odd years old without ever learning that you never pour grease down the sink?

What is this "extra butter" you speak of? I am not familiar with the concept.

Plumbing~ma!

How's the working going overall, -t?

I accidentally bought too many craisins yesterday, so am considering muffins.

Extra butter goes into the fridge for the next time you need butter. Why would you waste it?

I dunno how you manage shift change.

Miraculously, they got me out of there just before shift change. He was hurrying me out by the end of it, but it's not a lounge or a swing office (I was working, since I'd sent someone the wrong deployment file, so I had to track down the right one, and get him to understand what was going on, and to get him the right info--pretty much the klaxon that maybe I was awake enough to leave). TAKE THAT too sleepy on dilaudid (needless to say, I did not try and deal with work via email, given, you know....reasons).

But, three doses, totally precision timed--I could ask for nothing more. That's two weeks in a row, and I can only hope the meeting as a result of the pre-Christmas awfulness, and even though I don't think I should have missed muffinpan's wedding, on the inverse, if I had to miss it, I want something good to come out of that truly miserable experience.

I just started a pointless project which is just going to mess up a passably tidy apartment, but something has to be done--I went to the pharmacy yesterday, and needed to pick up a storaage solution for my health-related paperwork, and I needed a pen. A black Bic, nothing fancy. I just could not remember having seen a ball point pen with black ink in rhe apartment. But this Walgreens only sells them in packs of ten, and I don't want nine extra.

Unfortunately that process led to me coming to a halt in front of the pens, and that never ends well. I'm not doing fancy pens like Jilli--none of them are refillable, and it's not even like my technical pen collection of many years ago. It's just...I love pens. Buncha mega shitloads a gazillion colours. Like, why do I need an orange pen?

My mother handed me a bag of shit in JA and told me to srt through it or she'd throw it out. I am bargaining on her not throwing it out, because I only took a few things--including a cyclograph, which is just begging to be played with pens that I just dumped all over the floor...

Just last night I was at the bar, telling my friends that I never get those traditional headache, feel like dying hangovers anymore...And now I have one.

It was my friend's birthday so we went dancing at a place having a retro night. Man those DJs sucked at picking out 80s songs. As great as Everybody Wants to Rule the World is, it's not a good dance song.

I was standing in line for the bathroom at one point and I realized everyone else in line could have been my daughter. And not in a theoretically, if I were a teenage mom kind of way. I felt so old.