I used to think that JAMA, being published by the AMA, was so big-time that surely the authors would have their shit together. I was SO WRONG.
I learned that was the way of the publishing world when I was at the fancy magazine about wine. The guy who got a full page with his smug photo every month would go get happy at a tasting and turn in a napkin with some scribbling on it. The copy editor had create the entire column for him. Surprised such a smug know it all had no pride about his written work. Maybe he'll end up floating in a barrel full of port wine.
One time, I had a clear memory of taking a large heavy barrette out of my hair while walking down the hill from my parking spot to my house. Later, in the house, I could not find the barrette. I was sure I'd put it in my pocket. I finally found it - in the car. Where I swear to this day it could not be. My boyfriend took this as further proof that I was going insane.
Check under the seats, especially between seat and center console.
Did that, but will try once more.
I once went searching madly through my bag for my swipe card to get into work.
I was holding it.
I do that with my wallet a lot -- take it out of my purse to pay for something, then go back looking in the purse for it. But it's not there! Yeah.
Did you know there's an emoticon for shooting yourself in the head?
I know, because my bro just sent it to me from his seat in the first row at 50 Shades.
Triumph! They had somehow fallen into the triangle made up of Walter's water dish, the giant bag of dog food, and the coatrack where I hang my purse - spotted them when I was scooping out kibble. Lincoln's birthday is saved!
Would anybody be up for a bit of hanging out on FaceTime/gchat later (in an hour or two)? I was supposed to have dinner with a friend and he just canceled and I was really looking forward to some human interaction. Doesn't have to be all chatty (we could watch tv or look at clothes or whatever) I just am really needing to be around someone...(going to the gym at the moment to maybe burn off some funk)
My day: up early. Like 4:30 early.nWater alarm goes off in basement post shower. Basement toilet is burping, which indicates sewage line is having issues. Great. Apply hot water and drano. Burpburpburp. Go to work. Meetings and meetings and hell. Come home, see 3 plumbing trucks up the street and around the corner. This is actually hopeful. (I'm still convinced my previous issues were the mainline, not my feeder.) Run tons and tons of water, flush toilets, no burping. Really hope it was a city issue that all the others took care of. I've got at least 3loads of laundry to do this weekend. Though I could probably use Karen's or Anna's. If Anna's, I'd probably have to call the city to run clean out if it the main line is at fault. Need to ask her about that before she leaves country again.
In sum, A Day. For A Week.
