He's the lead singer of Panic at the Disco.

Okay, my lil bro is a huge Panic fan as well as a FS enthusiast. I'll have to see if there is an album that comes out if this.

Whew. I guess getting a little cranky with the landlord worked.

I am so relieved. I have been outraged and weirded out on your behalf all day, aurelia! That's a lot of WTFery.

There was probably other stuff I meant to respond to, but I forgot.

Went grocery shopping on the way home and totally Shopped Hungry but now I have the ingredients for a whole bunch of things I hope I have time and energy to cook soon - although I forgot the sour cream and I'll need that for both the borscht experiment and the variation on salmon cheesecake. Ooops.

Tonight's dinner will, of course, be leftover KFC.

we need to put her in a burlap sack to test your theory, PM.

You mean like they did for Marilyn Monroe with a potato sack? [link]

Aurelia, I am exasperated on your behalf. Geez.

I have reached new levels of frustration with new boss lady and her management if the intern. I've pretty much been absent for all of October. Nursery plants seem to be mostly dead due to lack of watering. Water shutoff is next week. Last chance to water everything else. Can't rely on her, apparently.

Also, this is the first time on six years that I've been asked to include my lunch break on my time sheet. So instead of working 8-4 it's been 8-4:30. Whatever. But I've been noting it as 8.5 hours. She's been clicking out a half hour early if she skips lunch. Um, are we actually nitpicking that shit? Far as I knew , lunch was part of the workday. Again, six years of doing it one way here. And the time sheets are mainly for the audits. End of the year, it all comes out in the wash. Do want to count my coffee clutch, too? And all my other overtime? And then knock off early because you indulged in an unhealthy habit? How do I count lunch desk at my desk?

Holy cow, who is this guy?!

Brendon Urie is pretty much adorableness personified. He does backflips off of drum risers too.

I talked to the tenant and he made a mistake and plans on apologizing to you for his mistake.

Yeah, that needs the apology. Glad you've been vindicated.

So instead of working 8-4 it's been 8-4:30.

If you don't get paid for lunch, shouldn't that be 8-12(or whatever) 12:30-4:30?

The last thing you need is to be blamed for someone else's bullshit in the middle of the night.

Someone had done that to me (a RECORDER?!?!?) and there would have been strong language. My filters when I am losing sleep at set to pan, ic/surly bitch/possible violence. It wouldn't have ended well; dang, I don't think it would have STARTED well. I'm glad your landlord got it into your neighbor's pea-brain.

Went to the doc finally for messing up my back, and am finally getting some relief. It still hurts, but it's to a dull roar now. Soma and Ultram, two new-to-me meds. So far I can think on them, although I took a nap, and am trying to get back to bed, since 3 hours painful sleep isn't enough. But yay, less pain.

Soma is a muscle relaxant, and Ultram, despite sounding like a superhero, is tramadol (a painkiller). Have you tried a heating pad for your poor back? I live and die by mine. I even took it on the honeymoon (and used it, because I am the damn Princess and the Pea and can't sleep in a bed that isn't my own, and end up jacking up my back just from sleeping poorly).

Soma is not nearly as fun for me as its historic roots would indicate. I have always been disappointed by that. But not when it actually fixes spasms, then I am pretty much singing its angelic praises.