Someone wasn't paying attention three years ago, clearly.

sumi, this is where Emmett-the-Dog came from: [link]

Loving their instagram feed!

This was probably the most time I spent close to a service dog and he was just really impressive. He was donated to her, which is also wonderful.

"and David who doesn't want to be tagged," because he was in the photo and had said he didn't want to be tagged in photos. I posted that photo three years ago. I am so confused.

He can untag himself. (I know that you know that. If he doesn't, he needs to read Facebook's help section.)

I really have no idea if he's actually upset. Half the time, when my aunt says he's upset about something, if someone then mentions it to him, he has no idea what we're talking about.

Man, my improv class's end-of-session performance is tonight, and this cold/sinus infection is really hanging on (combined with a headache that wants to be a migraine), and I am not feeling like performing. I'm just trying to remind myself that the performance for my last session was the day after the election, when I thought I wouldn't be able to even function, but in the end, I showed up and was present and performed (though, to be fair, I *also* had a visit from Liese and dinner with her and Hil to look forward to, and seeing them was a HUGE boost to my mood despite the fact that our electoral system imploded the day before).

So if I can do that, I can do this. But I'm putting in a request to the universe that all future performances find me in robust good health and no emotional trauma. Sheesh.

You have to suffer for art, or something?

Thanks for the tech-ma. Long standing computer problem was really the monitor failing(although, like dentists, tech guys always gotta hit you with how it's not getting any younger and so forth...sigh.) But for the moment, I am back in business.

I persevered over this weird illness and my class performance was great. But now I think I might go to bed. Sheesh.