You chose well, Matt.

That sounds wonderful.

I haven't used a hairdryer for almost thirty years now. One of the tips on handling lino for printing recommended warming it up with a hairdryer, and I haven't decided on the substitute yet--hold it face down over the hot stove, maybe?

I haven't bruised myself much recently, but you can't tell. I'm toting around bruises that are five, ten years old. I expect to take them to my grave, unless I misplace my legs before that for any reason.

No threesome, but I did get my nails done. A satiny green and I am quite pleased with it.

Casper is having a total meltdown tonight. First it was crying because she decided at 6pm she wanted a pet frog, and learned that a) the frog store closed at 5 and b) we don't just buy pets on the spur of the moment, we have a conversation and get parental permission first. This fit went on for 75 minutes, then switched to a fit (ongoing; she is currently crying in the bath) over the fact that she is not going to get an iPad, iPad mini, iPhone, or iPod touch with camera for her birthday, because she is only turning 10, and we have a family iPad mini and iPod touch she is welcome to use.

I honestly think she's just having a pre-emptive freakout because Dillo has freaked out from 8-10pm every night for the past week, and she wants a turn.

One of the times I was bruising randomly in an excessive way, it was from a potassium deficiency.

Napping sounds like a capital idea, as do Vegas and Austria. Sadly I am at work. So I can't have any of it now.

I honestly think she's just having a pre-emptive freakout because Dillo has freaked out from 8-10pm every night for the past week, and she wants a turn.

That...sounds about right. Sorry.

Oh, god, someone tell me I'm not going to die?

I woke up at 4 AM this morning with my head spinning--almost literally. I couldn't keep my eyes from jerking back & forth. Cancelled my morning run, went back to bed. Realized I couldn't sleep on my side because that made the spinning worse.

Got up at 10 to spend a while on the bathroom floor, joy. Back to bed. Head still spinning, and I can only move Very Very Cautiously. My sister, bless her, stopped by with Coke & applesauce, and cleaned my kitchen.

And my brother the doctor called & thinks it might be viral labrynthitis, which Wikipedia tells me can last a week, and then might need months of PT to recover from. (!!!)

All this on a week when I'm supposed to do a part-time professional gig for one of my old bosses. I was going to be paid! And I have a breakfast interview on Wednesday. And now I can't even make it to the bathroom without hanging onto the doorsills.

I could do with a much more peaceful and unexciting life at the moment, I'm just saying.

flea, you have my sympathies.

Matt, you have my heh heh heh.

Okay, and now reading B.org is making the motion-sickness worse, so it's back to flat on my back and listening to an audiobook...

I do hope everyone here is having a better day than I am...