This is some awesome transformative art: The Cell Block Tango as performed by Disney villains: [link]

Sheeit. I had intended to be back doing full days on my in-office days, but that was assuming I hadn't jacked my ankle back up. Now that I have, I don't even know how much coddling it needs. I took an hour working at home and icing it, but now that I'm in and considering how far away the ice is here, that doesn't seem sufficient for starting out the day.

I dressed all frilly for work in order to boost my morale, but...NSM psychological victory.

These arrived today. I haven't had a chance to see if they fit, and if I can wear them with the borky ankle, but I will daydream all day about what I'm going to wear them with...

I'm all in gray today because I dressed to suit my mood, but I'm offsetting the gray with orange shoes and the most epic chandelier earrings that I own.

This is what the manual says I have to do to reset the system for inspection:

2. Accelerate the vehicle to 55 mph (88 km/h), then quickly release the accelerator pedal completely and keep it released for at least 6 seconds.

3. Quickly depress the accelerator pedal for a moment, then drive the vehicle at a speed of 53 to 60 mph (85 to 97 km/h) for at least 5 minutes.

4. Stop the vehicle.

5. Accelerate the vehicle to 35 mph (55 km/h) and maintain the speed for 20 seconds.

6. Repeat steps four through five least three times

I can't think of any road I could do this on and not get killed.

I can't think of any road I could do this on and not get killed.

Mall parking lot outside business hours? That's where I did my manual training, with no victims other than the clutch.

Oh, holy shit, I hate dealing with insurance, how does anyone ever get any kind of medical care in this fucking country?

There may be a combination of interstate and mall that would work. The dealer suggested a drive I could take and then bring it there to be checked. However, I can't see how that drive would be any different than the 150 miles I've already put on the car.

Dana, you moved to Texas voluntarily, as I recall, where the state government is actively trying to prevent you from getting it. You have my sincerest sympathy.

It's not even anything complicated! It's the fact that the pharmacy doesn't say things like "Oh, by the way, we only gave you X number of pills instead of Y, because your insurance had some kind of complaint they won't explain to us."

Man, working part-time would be so great, if it paid full-time money. I'm not at work, but had this interview all morning, came home and had lunch, and then met my mom for coffee! Now a little TV, and then dinner with a friend. It's all very civilized.