I am coloring my hair this morning, dang it! So damn sick of the greys, and I never have time to color if I wait until after dinner.

Aw, my grandboss's exec assistant just came by to see if, by any chance, I had any resources around [thing that is at least half of my job]. Poor noodle -- he was trying to teach himself how to do a thing I use a paid database for.

Oh, people. I get that computers can be intimidating, but when you call support to say that you can't log into my program, could you at least make sure that you have actually installed the program? And when I tell you to go to your email, that doesn't mean to just type your email address in some random search box and then act surprised when it doesn't work. How do people not know how to get to their own email? Oh, wait, it was an AOL address.

And how long must the world wait before people realize that if a box where you've just typed in information has an OK button, that you click the bloody OK button to continue?! Or, I don't know, the button that says Continue!

Could I get some tooth-ma? I find out shortly whether or not I do really need a root canal. If I do need one, I'll be getting it this afternoon.

Tooth~ma, Anne!

I had the best tai chi class last night. I managed to get the hang of a move that the teacher said was a bit tricky, and I worked out some stiffness in my hips that had been bothering me. It's nice when something that's sort of exercise-y doesn't suck.

How do people not know how to get to their own email

Indeed.

Aww, Connie, are you doing tech support for my dad?

Or mine?

Root canal is a go. I'm waiting to get numb. Don't worry - I won't be posting any more detail than that.

Will someone please get the "America works best when we say "Union, YES!"" jingle out of my head. THANKS

Seven and a half cents doesn't mean a heck of a lot, seven and a half cents doesn't mean a thing. But give it to me every hour, forty hours every week, and that's enough for me to be living like a king.