I really hate blueberries, personally, but not to the extent that you can't eat them in front of me or anything.(I am a freak about textures, as we've discussed.) I love spring, but am in no hurry as then it starts to heat up and I sweat for half the year. Clearly I use my name on here, because TT was my first board and Mary Beth was all "No pseuds!" For twitter and for Leftist Rants, I am chicating. Which is a family nickname and one that might take many posts to explain. My mom has pointed to stuff "Chica" wrote online and been like "That girl quotes David Simon too...you should call her." and it's like "That's me."

Spring seems super early here this year to me. My mango tree is covered with blossoms, and the trees in the park are filled with flowers. Odd. I thought this happened later.

eta: I checked and apparently January is when the mangoes blossom. Huh.

Clearly I use my name on here, because TT was my first board and Mary Beth was all "No pseuds!"

Oh, yeah. I think that's why I use my name, too; it's just continuity from the TT days.

Happy birthday, WindSparrow!

Clearly I use my name on here, because TT was my first board and Mary Beth was all "No pseuds!"

Oh yeah! Although I don't think I had any kind of actual pseud on my actual first board, either.

My mom has pointed to stuff "Chica" wrote online and been like "That girl quotes David Simon too...you should call her." and it's like "That's me."

I seem to recall a COMM about a Buffista who wrote under two different nom de plumes, and someone accused one name of ripping off the other. Something about the most pointless flame war ever.

Thanks, JZ. Me, too.

I'm sorry about your Grandma, MM.

Brenda, glad to hear good news.

Happy birthday, Andi!

Spohia, I've been oversleeping for the last week or so. I don't know if it's just Winter, or if it's a stress, or my body adjusting to coming off the meds, or a combo, but whatever it is, it's kicking my butt. Been staying up too late, too, just to get stuff done, that's part of the problem, but I still feel like I could sleep for days. And weird stress dreams, too. Last night I dreamed I sprouted thorns on my left shoulder. I'm usually awakened by the cat walking on me and whining, too.

My blood pressure hasn't been under 128/85 for a very long time, and often over. It's still normal, but high normal, and sometimes it spikes. The answer seems to be, lose weight. Right, isn't that the answer to ALL my problems, doctor? Too bad it seems to be impossible.

Calli, sorry about the downer day. May an employer soon wisely recognize your genius and hire you.

Today it's jacket-weather warm and birds are singing, and it feels like spring. It's a dirty trick, it's supposed to snow Monday.

And I have super tense shoulders and a massive headache. That's one thing this drug I'm weaning myself off of did for me, I had no body aches and no headaches. Unfortunately, I also lost feeling in my toes and got awful swelling and aches in my lower legs and feet, so that's not an acceptable trade-off. Dammit. Why can't someone make (or find) the perfect drug?

I'm so sorry MM. I am so down with no more dying, with or without the pet unicorn.

And happy birthday, Andi!

And I joined TT with the psued and no one ever said anything. I guess belle really could have been my name.

I've been downloading a new version of software for over an hour. Can't really do other work or it is even slower.

My mom has pointed to stuff "Chica" wrote online and been like "That girl quotes David Simon too...you should call her." and it's like "That's me."

That's awesome.

Lunch was very good, but on the way back TAL was on (the story about a cloned bull) and my co-worker whose daughter is in the ICU with burns was waiting for HR so I chatted with her a bit and now I would much rather lie down and cry then work.

But I will work. Just had to get that out somewhere.

I remember someone recommending me a "really good" fanfic once and I happily told her it was mine. Forgetting we were in public, she shrieked "That was the best blowjob I ever read!" and all the little old ladies having lunch stared and stared. And we fell down laughing.