Ugh Kat, definitely sounds like a fever, not hot flashes. Rest up and take care of yourself.

Leaving early didn't have much benefit. Ah well.

I do long slow burn angry. Possibly even cold. I don't let go, but I'm not really explosive either. My officemate remarked today that if my eyes shot bullets, there'd be a lot of dead after this summer. ' it takes a lot, but don't piss her off. I had no idea she could be so scary.' Mine is strategic, totally comes from my background. Inwardly, I might go kick a brick wall, but my face to the world is an attempt at biting systemic deconstruction.

Hoy, I'm wiped out. Spent 2 days down in SoCal visiting a Navy base and asking people questions and answering a lot of questions with, "I don't know, I'll have to ask." Which is kind of embarrassing.

Also, I'm a totally spoiled Bay Area resident, because the hotel's free breakfast had little omelets with American cheese in it and I was grossed out. Also also, turns out my dizziness gets worse if I'm doing a lot of traveling and stuff. I get dizzy and a bit carsick and tired. Argh. Healing takes too fucking long.

Virtual {{hugs}} for Allyson, Tom, and everyone who needs them.

Tomorrow's Dad's birthday and I don't want to go over, I just want to come home and do some of the piles of laundry on my bedroom floor. Argh.

Ugh, our poor little toad, Trevor, is not feeling well. We are trying to figure out what to do for him. We've cleaned his cage, made sure he has clean water, even given him some time outside so he gets a bit more sun. I think the next step is calcium/vit D supplements.

the hotel's free breakfast had little omelets with American cheese in it

Was it a Holiday Inn Express? That's where we stayed as our halfway point while driving down to the beach, and I was taken aback that the eggs had surprise cheese at all. (Although I'm a philistine who loves American cheese on eggs because of how melty it is.)

I love American cheese all the time.

I woke up a little early this morning, but still just made my preferred bus by the skin of my teeth. But I made it! Even though she left early, which I think is not right.

Surprise cheese is the bane of my life.

(I'm much less bitter now that there are respectable 'vegan cheeses' available.)

So there's a website about Native/First Nations philanthropy stuff, and it's called Indian Giver. I feel like I admire the guts/sass of that, but it did take me aback for a second!

Steph, it was! It was a perfectly acceptable hotel otherwise. Clean rooms, good bed.

it's called Indian Giver.

Um... huh.