Blessedly few people have asked me about my ankle. And some of those that did have accepted a head shake as the answer. But I am *way* overextended, and this is the worst it's hurt since I broke it.

They took my computer away for 2.5 hours, so I'm ahead in composing that fanart I've been noodling on for the past few days, and sorely behind on those documents I was supposed to be editing.

Shit! I did just get asked about the ankle by a couple very persistent people, and I told them "I tripped over nothing." "Your own feet?" "Might as well have been." "That's bad, but not as bad as what he did!"

A guy in the team I used to be in went to Tanzania for an in-law wedding, and he'd put on a bindi (is that gender-neutral?) and to get all the gook off his forehead used some (clearly in hindsight) nuclear nail polish remover, and now he has a bindi shaped chemical burn right where a bindi goes--he'd have been better off just wearing the bindi for weeks.

I am not the biggest dumbass!

Another co-worker was asking about the Indian population in Tanzania. "Shipped over to work the mines." "Ah, I know how that is," I say. Other co-worker turns to me and says "Hello! Railroads!" and it was a weird bonding experience, and extremely depressing.

But history. At least for us. Makes me want to yank someone (as young as poss, but someone) out of servitude of any kind.

I love/hate The Modern World right now -- I just saw my friend's new baby on Facebook, and am now crying.

Aw, Jesse. I'm sorry.

I am not the biggest dumbass!

Your bones are just rebellious.

Oh, I mean happy crying -- it's just weird.

Ooof, it's 85° in my apartment.

I am really so spacey, still. My roommate had to remind me twice that today is Tuesday, which is WHY she was taking out the garbage for tomorrow morning's pickup.

Maybe it's a good thing that they don't let you drive yourself home after The Procedure.

I wish I remembered them actually working on me, because I like to know about these things, but I was o-u-t before anything was brought near the work site and then after all was cleared away. They could be just TELLING me that they did it, for all I know.

I get it, I think.

Summer can't be over soon enough for me, aurelia.

Through Facebook I have learned more about my sister than I've learned in 50 years.

my boss really got under my skin the last two days. I hate being treated like I am not doing a good job when I know I am and am taking on things weekly that I have never been trained on.

It just makes me want to go away, like just take off leave for a few days. I never would, but that is where my brain goes when I get frustrated like this, I want everything to go away.