So taking it in the evening sounds like the best plan.

I took Prozac some decades ago. It helped.

Everyone in my extended family knows that the rule if you are dining with my grandmother is to volunteer to wash dishes the INSTANT dinner is over and do not take no for an answer. Because if you don't, she will rinse everything in scalding hot water and call it a day - no soap, no scrubbing. Either she's alive today because exposure to all potential foodborne illnesses over the years have given her an iron-clad immune system, or because she's always had either a husband, 4 kids, or a housekeeper to prevent her from doing dishes and poisoning us all.

Prozac/fluoxetine

Tom's been taking it for years, it's been a constant through the rest of the medication fiddling.

What do you say when someone loads your dishwasher with 2 weeks of dirty dishes that were stacked all over the counters and dining room table?

I'll tell you what you DON'T say: "You're doing that wrong! They'll come out dirty." I think fire might have shot out of my eyes.

Teppy, I think fire is SUPPOSED to shoot out of your eyes at that point.

I need to schedule a colonoscopy, because it's that time of my life. I can cope with the procedure, but I don't want to have to drag someone along to take me home and nursemaid me while I sleep off the sedation. My SIL is just coming off pneumonia, and I don't want to bother FauxSon, because he's done so damned much for me re: the move. I need Rent An Adult.

I'm caught up in Bitches, woo! Y'alls artisanal dishwashing banter cracked me up.

I met some new people last night at kind of a nerd dinner (Ingress). I have that edgy "I overdid the ingratiating tale-telling thing" feeling. What can you do? Sometimes it seems things move so fast nowadays, you hardly get a chance to make a first impression, never mind a second one.

Now to tackle Natter. Cover me! (What? I was productive yesterday.)

So work today was ok. Except 4 hamsters and a snake escaped some how (no one knows) the hamsters are missing and the body of the snake was found.

I've got 1 4 hour shift next week, and evidentally I only have that because someone gave up one of their 2 shifts. But this somehow isn't a reflection of my performance. The other stock person has 17 hours. I'm not sure why the 17 hours couldn't have been split between the two of us.

So back to job hunting.

That sucks, askye (both the escapees and the only 4 hours!)

Go JohnSweden go!

I myself need to be somewhat productive today as I'm out tomorrow and Friday. But still having a hard time motivating.

Am I horrible for assuming the snake died from eating too many hamsters?

Hope you get more hours or find another job soon, askye.

I'm having my first period in a while off of BC and OY, with the suckiness. Nausea, friending for chocolate, lead in my guts, the works.

* fiending, not friending, but anyone with chocolate to share is my friend right now.