So far I'm succeeding in my goal. However, a total communication fail at work has made me so damn mad I'm about ready to have a drink and call it quits for the day. I'm overreacting and I even know it, but it doesn't matter, I've done my job and I don't think I've pissed off more than one person, and no one can see me stalking around and cursing.

Part of the reason I have monthly Bitches' Brunches is so I know the house will get a deep clean once a month. External Motivators Yay!!

My Mom has a key and sometimes picks up flowers for me at Trader Joes. I swear it's why my house stays in decent shape most times.

May the slounge be ever in your favor.

I have a new motto!

May the slounge be ever in your favor.

I recommend cuddly, enveloping robes to go with your slounge.

My goal for the day involved seeing Thor and buying stuff at the local farm stand. We succeeded admirably at getting to the matinee, but the farm stand was closed for lunch. Then again, the orchard up the road from the farm stand was open therefore we acquired a goodly number of apples and a modest number of squashes. So that was not precisely a failure.

I'm having a slight anxiety freak-out about a meeting I have to go to tomorrow. The meeting is to go over the first draft of the final exam and decide what changes to make. There are always a few people at these meetings who get very invested in stupid arguments, and it usually ends up as everybody yelling at each other. I hate being around people yelling like that -- even if they're not yelling at me, it just feels overwhelming. Usually, I make some excuse to leave after an hour, but this year, I'm in charge of typesetting the exam, so I've got to stay through the whole meeting to record all the changes, once people decide on them. So, it's going to be two hours of that. And right now, my brain has decided to react to this by getting annoyed at everything else in the universe. I just spent fifteen minutes ranting to my father about why I hate Lego Friends.

An interesting evening...a good friend owns a famous jazz club in town. She asked me to accompany her to a show this evening.

Jazz vocalist...Molly Ringwald?! Yep.

I enjoyed the show, though I am not much for jazz. She did some bossa nova, which I do like.

The staff, who sees everyone who is anyone in this genre was a bit cynical, but overall kind. One fellow, who is a renowned vocalist himself said, "It wasn't 'Wow. That was Awesome." but it was, "How nice, you practiced a lot."

Ahem.

She did a lovely bossa version of "Don't You Forget About Me", dedicated to John Hughes.

David, you would love her hair now. Short, short pixie...blond.

Jazz vocalist...Molly Ringwald?!

Her dad is a jazz musician. She grew up with it.

David, you would love her hair now. Short, short pixie...blond.

Yeah!

Her dad is a jazz musician. She grew up with it.

She mentioned that a lot.

My friend said the tickets were $45, which everyone concurred went to her band. Her drummer worked with Sammie Davis Jr. and Tony Bennett. He wasawesome.

My refrigerator isn't cooling, and I suspect everything that's not pickles is ruined.

I spent the last three weeks having my lymphedema treated, which consisted of two hours of treatment, more than an hour of driving, and having my arm wrapped up like a mummy. Today I graduated to compression garments (yay!). Then I started to make dinner and realized things weren't cold. I hadn't really gotten anything out of the refrigerator since yesterday, and when I went to make dinner, I realized things were not right.

I am not happy.

Oh Ginger, that's not happy, on either front. I hope the garments can alleviate some of the lymphedema.