Well, I have paid my bills for the second half of the month, and, as usual, now I am super angry. At nothing in particular, just filled with rage. To my credit, I do pay my bills and in a timely fashion, but it would be nice if I could figure out how to do it so that it didn't piss me the fuck off.

Oh, right, I wanted to check on a work thing. Better do that before I completely forget.

Liese - that is totally cool.

I just got an email from a high school classmate updating contact information in preparation for our 35th high school reunion next year.

How is that possible????

Not possible. Unless...something timey-wimey.

God, seriously, my 25th is this year. I have zero plans to go (Tim asked me, "But don't you want to show off your man candy???"), but it's still disconcerting that it's been 25 years.

My 20th is this year, and I'm weirdly ambivalent about it.

Living in New Orleans, I am of course insatiably curious about where you went to school, Dana?

I have to ask about the "pile" of modems and routers?

The cable and phone hookup and the wireless routers for TV and internet are in a weird location, and would be hella expensive/troublesome to re-locate. Plus, I'm not 100% sure where the best location would be. Anyhow, they were in an untidy tangle in an out of the way corner. Now, they're tucked away in a stack of rather attractive baskets.

Franklin, Nora.

35th is unpossible!

I am so tired today. The sleep study went (I don't think well, actually and since this is a necessary step to decannulation, I'm vaguely worried she failed) and now I feel all hungover and gross. Sleep disruption is no one's friend.

I'm also feeding some low level anxiety about a beesting to Noah's neck yesterday evening and his extreme malaise today. kids are all worry.

Thoughts run through the head of EpicTangent:

Huh, wonder how long it's been for me...not gonna bother counting on my fingers to figure it out...Steph's 2 days younger than me, we must be the same graduating class...25!?!?!11!! Seriously!!?!!1!?