I'm glad it was the planter, Matt, and not an early morning visitor for you.

It looks like I'm going to be riding in a minivan for 6 or so hours today through rain and freezing rain. Yuck.

I succumbed to the Hamilton lure. I had an appointment with the eye doctor, which always leaves me blind for the rest of the day, so I got it on my iPad (which is always with me) and listened to it on the way home and then at home until I fell asleep. I've been listening to it in bits and pieces on the way in to work in the mornings. And they do enunciate beautifully - it's quite a relief to actually know what they're singing.

And, as a side note, I read somewhere that they sing/speak much faster than is usual ... that if they sang at the usual pace, the show would be six hours long.

Still have a migraine. Want to stab myself in the face. Having to work is killing me.

Toddson - FiveThirtyEight has an analysis of how much is packed into Hamilton - [link] .

Amusing thing about my migraine, though -- yesterday I edited an article while I was tripping balls on migraine meds, and today the freelance coordinator sent me an email that said I did a fantastic job.

Thanks, painkillers!

Oh Consuela, that's so hard. I suspect you are right, having travelled down this path before yourself. Which I guess is a way of saying you'll know when it's time to accept that it's time. Sending you lots of strength and support and love.

Plus I know plenty of Trans* dudes that those ladies do not want in their bathrooms. Beards and muscles and whatnot...but still supposed to be in the women's room? I don't think that was your intent, folks...

Right! Also people are just assholes.

I don't know why it didn't hit me until just now, but now with her boy haircut, Frances is mistaken for a boy All. The. Time. Living in LA, the confusion tends to be easy-breezy and she couldn't care less. But if we lived elsewhere and people were giving her crap about it? I'd be getting all Mama Bear on them. And if someone wanted to police her restroom use?! No fucking way!

don't know why it didn't hit me until just now, but now with her boy haircut, Frances is mistaken for a boy All. The. Time.

Yeah, I also have a number of female friends who have been side-eyed or outright yelled at in women's bathrooms, because they have short hair or are butch--not even the super butchy ones, just not super feminine! I've really never understood it for the women's side--we're all in stalls anyway!

I have today off, and wanted to sleep in, but the house cleaner comes at 8AM, so not only did I have to finish straighening up (so she CAN clean) but she makes enough noise that I couldn't have slept. Maybe I'll nap this afternoon--my dance weekend starts later today and I want to be able to stay up late tonight!

Also weird: I was supposed to have one last work trip, Monday and Tuesday. But the people there canceled and need to reschedule. Won't know until Monday if the rescheduling will be with me, or if they'll say to have someone else do it since I've got my new job. But the idea that I may have ALREADY HAD my last work trip?? SO WEIRD.

Sorry about the migraine, Teppy--meds aren't doing any good? :(

Oh--and my BFF had her baby on Wednesday (baby decided to wait until I was back in the country? :) and amusingly, the name they had picked out for a boy (they didn't know the sex beforehand) turned out to be the same name as the girl I'm currently seeing. Hah! So that's amusing.

Amusing thing about my migraine, though -- yesterday I edited an article while I was tripping balls on migraine meds, and today the freelance coordinator sent me an email that said I did a fantastic job.

Maybe it's like speaking another language when you're drunk?

But the idea that I may have ALREADY HAD my last work trip?? SO WEIRD.

Oh wow, will you not be traveling at all? That's a huge change!

Sorry about the migraine, Teppy--meds aren't doing any good?

Nope. I really want to jab an icepick into my cheekbone.

Amusing thing about my migraine, though -- yesterday I edited an article while I was tripping balls on migraine meds, and today the freelance coordinator sent me an email that said I did a fantastic job.

Maybe it's like speaking another language when you're drunk?

Ha! Maybe so. Well, she's going to LOVE today's article.