Oh my lord I have so much to do before going out of town tomorrow. At least I found a dog solution that doesn't involve me driving 50 miles to Kenosha at 10 pm tonight.

This is why I scoop them up in TP and flush them without squishing them. I figure if it's meant to live, it will survive the ride.

Hornets and wasps on the other hand get nuked from orbit by any means necessary. Sorry, if you can sting, you're goint down if I have any say.

I only trap and release stinkbugs, because killing them is what makes them stink. They might THINK I'm being compassionate, but I'm really just trying to keep the house stink-free.

Everything else gets squished in a tissue and then flushed for good measure.

Why would someone invite me to a Christian Flickr group? I figured it was malicious spam, but it is a legit flickr invitation. I wonder how easy it is to spam from that interface. I have maybe 6 pictures of churches--is that a lot among kids today.

I've been up since about three, trying to determine what "reasonable" looks like for a non-level-1-trauma ER sounds like. Don't want to seem suspicious now...

I hate people. Conference = bad idea. I know I'm slow, but please try not to fucking knock me over, and having a grip on your awareness of your surroundings in a crowd might be a good fucking idea.

ita, best of luck at the ER. I wish it wasn't necessary.

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!ita! I hope you can get the help you need at the ER. And maybe someone there will know of a neurologist who is not greatly in need of recto-cranial inversion correction therapy.

I'm going to give the ER more time so it doesn't look like I'm trying to come in when my neuro is unavailable.

Yay!

In (not) other news, I've managed to convince my psychologist she can't think me out of this. That there's only so much acceptance she can get out of me with regards to directly negative stimulus (it's not like you have to interpret physical pain--not reacting negatively could be a red flag, she eventually agreed), and much less she can get out of me towards medical professionals not even providing explanations for inaction. I don't know why it feels like levelling up every time I get a mental health professional to stop that angle of attack, but hey. She's not the first. Would be great if she were the last, though.

Still contemplating what to do with the great wodge of money that is my portion of my mother's estate. Getting a plumber in to deal with the small drip in the kitchen faucet seems like a possibility.

Wildlife Photographer of the Year winners and Honorable Mentions.

Some very fun photos.

Good luck,¡ ita ! .