Am nervous. About to head to ER (RR) because my neuro swears up and down they're ready for me this week. In fact, they're experimenting on me to see how I tolerate the higher dosage, and if the answer is well, home nurse next week.

So, in your sleep, wish me deep breathing and alertness.

Where the fuck did my taxi-calling app go? I have a bandaid to rip off...

Best of luck ita. ER people, GET IT TOGETHER!!!

I hope the ER treats you right this time, ita.

I hope it goes well.

I've got to brave the Target parking lot pre-Superbowl. My goggles have failed 3 consecutive days- that means they are done. Sports' shop in in the same center. Oh and TJs. And then there is the inch or so of snow. I predict mayhem.

Whatever's happening, they are in no rush. And I'm sharing the room with someone snoring deeply through Martin.

I'm getting ready to drive Bob to a half marathon... A race I also paid $$$ for but have to forego for injury. Am trying not to be resentful. Maybe I'm exaggerating but an injury during training is almost as bad as genocide.

Genocide with cancer and global famine! Like the time I had to miss a national tournament for $$, and then S got flown in to referee it! There was at least one war crime involved there.

Oh, hey. Dr. Assbutt (the idea that this would be the last time matters not one whit to is blessed self).

Heading to Santa Monica, as soon as I send the email to my neuro.

Gah. Dr. Assbutt! I'm sorry ita.

Getting what you need ~ma to you ita !

I'm been thinking about what you said about the MA rating.

I'm wondering how shows like Banshee and Spartacus aren't just classified as porn with recognizable actors.

Seriously. I'm no prude, but I'm amazed at how different standards (if that is even a thing anymore) are these days. The only thing missing is the money shot and I can't imagine it will be long before that's okay too.