ION, in my rhinestone shoes are chafing me nonsense: the yard guys game this morning and mowed the lawn, yay! They knocked the gas valve and triggered the emergency shut-off, boo! Which I did not discover until I tried to put the kettle on for tea, and the stove didn't work.

Pete talked me through finding the shut-off and resetting it. Over the phone, from the UK.

No more excitement for my day, please.

Sorry, ita, that sucks.

Jilli, truly we live in an age of wonders.

Ugh, ita. I hope something just lands in your lap. (Hey, it could happen! I've seen it happen to real people!)

Just got off the phone with Employment Security, and now my claim is all sorted. The reality of no longer being on payroll is making me feel pretty unemployable, honestly.

I'd love to say that I firmly believe I'll get a call about one of my applications, but I don't.

My head is getting better, and I'm done with ECT. I'm scared that people at work will think I'm nuts.

Someone just left a comment on Flickr: "sehr schöne Aufnahme, RESPEKT". I guess I have street cred in Leipzig now.

Also, my whole world is askew now: It turns out Kelis actually hates milkshakes.

Thanks, guys.

As far as disability goes, I need to get out and contribute to society or I might as well take all the pills. I can't just stay home, in a less nice home able to purchase less nice hobbies and stuff.

Not to mention the paranoia I'd go to the back of the medical line--as is I can't convince anyone I go into methadone withdrawal this week unless they start giving a fuck.

No fucks are on the horizon, so if I am quiet, you'll know what I'm working through.

My head is getting better, and I'm done with ECT.

This is very good news!

I'm scared that people at work will think I'm nuts.

They won't. You know why? You used science to get better. They respect science.

An exciting triple post! Why thank you Chromebook.