That's pretty cool, meara.

It was! And now I'm in a very expensive cab on my way home. It's late and cold and I decided to splurge. I also discovered that the very smelly vanilla hand sanitizer in my bag exploded sometime in flight. Ewwww.

C's mom is being supportive, not sure about C's dad. I hope he is. I have a strong feeling that C's mom will be a good ally for C. Not sure which pronouns are approriate for C so I'm staying pronoun-less at this point.

I went to work and came home from work in record time. I have a UTI - I did the over the counter test and it turned in record time the other day but I'm waiting for tomorrow to call the doctor's office. This has also caused a Painful Bladder Syndrome Flare up (I think) and combined with feelig like I have GI issues. I was in the store for less than 30 minutes and spent most of that in the bathroom. I claimed GI issues because it's easier than explaining -everything else. I'm out of the D-Mannose it should be here tomorrow.

In the mean time I'm guzzling water and if I don't start feeling pain free soon because of the OTC stuff I took I may, uh, use one of the pills I have left from my tooth extration. I also didn't sleep well last night getting up and down all night to go to the freaking bathroom.

Oh, askye. Feel well.

Happy belated Thanksgiving, bitches. I hope your holidays are going well.

A bit of mearaing on something from over a week ago, but felt the need to respond to

There is so much injustice in this world - whole thing looks like it's headed for the nether regions in a modest hand-crafted container made from stiff plant fibers. I can't fix everything that's wrong. And to be honest, I don't know that I can fix anything. But I know it is more than I can do to fight on all fronts.

This city I love is so fucked, and it's all I can do to keep myself going. Blah.

Boy, do I hear you and then some. Whenever I do something within my own bubble of friends I feel like a hypocrite, with all that's wrong in my city and country. Honestly, the main thing I do is to walk around with a batch of anti-racist stickers, so that whenever I see a racist sticker/sign I can cover it with the anti-racist sticker. I don't really feel safe in most demonstrations or confronting groups of racists (why are they always in groups), so I hardly go to demonstrations.

But there is one thing I started to do which seems to help with the guilt. Whenever the situation looks grim/I had an overdose of news, I donate a small amount of money to a random white hat organization (usually pro-peace, socialist, feminist, etc.). Anywhere between 10-20$ - again, small amount. But it helps.

If we all do a little bit, we can do a lot.

{{{askye}}} Feel better. And all the ~ma for C. I'm glad she has a supportive mother.

Yay, for mini-F2F and free in flight wifi!

Zen, yay for your niece!

We had a nice Thanksgiving. There weren't many people at Mom's this year, and we couldn't stay the whole weekend this year. But we helped out with most of the food and I learned how to make the things that I didn't know how to make like my grandfather's stuffing recipe. So, it was fun and not too stressful.

I currently have my cell on silent because my step family is planning a get together for next weekend using a group text message. If I didn't have it on silent it would be beeping with a new message every minute.

I'm feeling badly about myself because I just found out an opportunity I might be perfect for, but I don't think I can take because the deadline is tomorrow and because I wanted to get over my sad little compulsion to drag my little wizard special resume from machine to machine...it's never been good, but I used to have one. Now that I might have things to put on it, I don't have time to start again. Sigh.

Cereal: I've really Had It with apologizing for myself, and I'm not doing it again...I've got samples and that fricking Linked-In I've never known what to do with...I'm calling it good. Worst-case, another disability activist doesn't know what to do with me. Like that doesn't happen with the frequency of an Emanuel's curse--I think I'll live.

Does that mean you're applying for it? Good for you, erika.