My PMS craving is cheetos and chocolate or cheezits and chocolate.

Worthy cravings.

I have never done the color hair dyes other than found in nature varieties, yet. I ope the second application works like it does in painting!

I didn't get it in the roots. I also didn't use clips. This is a learning process!! So I don't have clips but I think tomorrow I'm going to focus more on the roots and the super short parts and the day light will help. It's really hard because I didn't want to stain my glassees so I wasn't wearing them and so I couldn't really see. I did finaly find my old glasses, so I'm going to wear those tomorrow and get Mom to help me more and get this done.

Also Dawn detergent is really really good at getting out the dye. I have some on my neck where it sat too long but everything else I managed to get off and managed to get some out of the towels.

I can 100% endorse d's suggestion of Conscious Ink.

I love their stuff and have both worn, and given as gifts, dozens of their tattoos.

My painkiller prescription was finally ready to be picked up this morning, over a WEEK after I asked for it, but I couldn't go before work, because a student wanted to meet with me, and could only meet in the morning. So I got to work, and then she didn't show up. And then getting all my work done took too long, and I didn't have time to get it after work. So, no painkillers. And I ran out of Advil, and I can't find my Tylenol, and I forgot to wear my hand splint today, so my hand is pretty badly swollen, and this is going to be a long night. And tomorrow is a midterm day, and it's all going to suck.

(Sorry. Lack of painkillers makes me whiny. Lack of painkillers for over a week makes me extremely whiny.)

It's been such an odd time.

My dementia patient died last weekend.

In a weird confluence, my contract with the family had come to an end just two days before. Since he'd had pneumonia, I chose not to tell him about that because, what good would that do.

After 21 months, I hardly know what to do with my Wednesdays now and I'm amazed at how persistent my muscle memory is. I can't seem to stop scanning tiny libraries for spy novels for him, or quit feeling like I should be reserving a zipcar, buying diabetic-friendly snacks, etc.

I wonder how long it will be before I'm not constantly in that mode.

His passing is not a sad thing. He didn't want to hang around and we'd come to the end of his cognitive upswing.

I'm proud of what we did together, and I'm honored to have known someone who did so many amazing things in this life and, in truth, I had no affection for him. No one did. Which is sad on the face of it, but he really didn't care.

I guess all I'm saying is, hug 'em while you got 'em.

Your student sucks, Hil. I would not prioritize her schedule over your health in the future. I hope you can get the meds and some relief today.

That's a familiar sounding feeling, beekaytee. After my dad died, I reacted similarly (except that I and several others loved him). I still see movies and books and think, "Dad would love this."

Hil, I hope you can get some relief soon.

Hil I hope you can get relief. And it doesn't seem like whining.

That's it, Calli. I keep thinking, "Oh, I should make a note to tell him_____," Or, why aren't the playing cards in my bag? He'll want____.

So weird. And, it says something about the way the mind works. Every time I have graduated anything, it has taken a long time to get out of 'fill in the blank mode'.

I would not prioritize her schedule over your health in the future.

Ugh, totally. I would be so bitter and sullen if she pulled that crap.