I went to a hippy school, so denim jeans were not an issue. Pretty sure there were kids who wore birkenstocks and flip flops too, which would be a no-no nowadays.

And in only-exciting-to-me news, I am currently washing laundry IN MY OWN WASHER! Woo to the hoo! (So that only took, um, two months?)

I don't think my school had a dress code. In elementary school, the only things I remember being specifically told not to wear were the Bart Simpson "Underachiever, and proud of it, man" and "I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you?" shirts. I think there might have also been a rule that shoes had to have backs, or a least a strap around the heel. In high school, I remember once seeing the vice principal tell a girl wearing a spaghetti strap top that she had to put something on over it, and she did, because she was a "good kid" and wasn't about to get in trouble over a shirt, but the whole thing confused all of us, because girls wore spaghetti straps all the time, and no one had ever told us not to. There was also one time that a girl wearing a really short skirt was told to change because "Some of the male teacher are complaining that it's distracting," and that just grossed us all out.

Woo hoo, Burrell!

I'm sorry about the ear problems, Zenkitty.

Yay, Burrell!

Tomorrow's my first day out of work. I'm allowing myself one day of drowning my sorrows in cookies and general sulking. Then it's back on the job hunt treadmill.

WOOHOO BURRELL!!

I am strongly tempted to just go to sleep now and do stuff in the middle of the night that it is too hot do now, but I suspect that might make tomorrow's workday super difficult. Maybe worth it?

Hmm, my only dress code violation was wearing a "jacket", which was in fact a men's corduroy button down shirt, open over a t-shirt. I had words with a teacher over it and ended being able to continue to wear it, because I was right and he was a power-smug asshole who had to finally admit to being wrong (now that I think about it, he was a bigger man than I gave him credit for, for acknowledging that he was wrong without a trip to the principals office).

You can take 800 mg every 4-6 hours, though not for months on end

That's what I thought - and what I've been doing - so thanks, Steph, for validating that I'm not going to die immediately.

I don't take naproxen; it raises my blood pressure or something that makes me feel bad. I am very cautious with Tylenol, since even a normal dose makes me a bit loopy, so I suspect my liver doesn't process it at the normal speed.

I went to a high school run by the Church of Christ, so the dress code was fairly strict. We were, however, allowed to wear jeans, and the girls were allowed to wear (full-length) pants.

The ear pounding thing went away for a few hours and I got a nap on the couch, interrupted a few times by cat and phone. I had thought that a combination of Benadryl and cough medicine had done the trick, but now it's back, as bad as ever, and while I've taken another Bennie I'm not sure I can take the cough medicine again.

Really, I'm pretty sure I'm fooling myself and nothing I've done has made any difference. Though it came back when I rolled onto my left side on the couch; I probably shouldn't have done that.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I have little hope that anything can be done. I spent an hour reading papers about it in J. Otorhinolaryngology and the consensus is, don't know what causes it, don't know how to fix it, might be psychogenic.

Tomorrow's my first day out of work. I'm allowing myself one day of drowning my sorrows in cookies and general sulking.

I would recommend perhaps some sulking and then also some fun?