I have no idea. I will no longer ask questions. I need to not work here. I need to marry a rich person who lives somewhere else and would like to send me a monthly stipend. Can one of you get on that for me? Highlights you can use to sell me: I am humorous. I am not emotionally needy. I can use power tools. I bake well. I pull weeds like a champ. I am better at gaining weight than I ever knew. I am mostly emotionally stable. My kid is cute and would look good in fake family pictures.

Yeah, just keep your head down.

This is why I should be working more an on the internet less: I have seen multiple stories about last night's Good Wife, but I haven't watched it yet! And may not have time tonight, either.

Why the hell did I book an 8am physical therapy appointment? Ugh. Am awake and unhappy about it. And won't have time to get coffee before the appointment.

Today's amusing medical editing anecdote: an editorial about how the big swoopy Justin Bieber bangs are a good thing in terms of providing photoprotection to the forehead from sun damage. No lie. (Although they don't actually name the Biebs, they refer to a "teen mega celebrity" and describe his hair in a way that it's clearly him.)

Go Bieber with the photoprotective hair!

msbelle, your hopefully-ex-boss is an infantile control freak and should not be in any kind of power position.

That's bonkers, msbelle. IDEK.

I had difficulty getting dressed this morning to the point that I was actually late to work. I feel like I should have mastered that by now.

Okay, so emails have successfully gone through to the new journal, and I do officially have the job! Go employment! It doesn't start until next month, because of the way their production schedule works.

Yay, Steph!

congratulations!

!!!

Good news!