I do that with my vet too, or at least I used to with my previous vet. We dumped our old vet when Folly died.

Can you drop the cat off at the vet's and pick him/her up later in the afternoon?

Did I not say that? t checks And nope, I didn't. Yeah, we can drop the cat off at 9:45 and pick her up before 5. It's just a lot of running around to go 25 minutes west at 9 a.m., come home, take a shower, run out the door at noon, drive 20 minutes east, have lunch, come home, let the dog out, drive back to the vet, get the cat, and come home. And optionally get groceries somewhere in there, though maybe we can get groceries tomorrow.

I finished editing an article early, and it's gorgeous outside, so I ran downtown to register for the walk tomorrow. And now I'm working again, woo. And I need to bake a cake shortly.

I think I planned my week poorly.

I think I planned my week poorly.

t cue creepy ancient Templar Knight She chose . . . poorly.

Nothing like realizing you made a Friday kind of mistake and have to go back and recheck a bunch of work.

PEOPLE ARE BEING WRONG ON THE INTERNET!!!!

Now on the train back to DC. I cried, just a little bit, and so did a lot of other people. I got to see a lot of people I used to work with, and made a date to have lunch with the person taking over the library there, who I only knew from email.

I got a ton of paperwork done on the way up here, but I think I'm going to read Cog on the way home. Also, 95 is all backed up going south so I'm glad I didn't drive.

PEOPLE ARE BEING WRONG ON THE INTERNET!!!!

Man, a friend made a soooooooper shitty comment about people who eat gluten-free (the usual shade implying that we're making it up, we're special snowflakes, it's all we ever talk about, and we're soooooooo annoying when we order at restaurants). I objected and said sorry if it's annoying when I try to make sure my food won't make me shit my guts out, and by the way, please never cook for me. He replied with "You're not like the people I'm thinking of." NOPE. NOPE SON NOPE. You don't get to pull the "You're an exception to the rest of those shitty gluten-free people" card. I *am* those shitty gluten-free people. Fuuuuuuuuuck yooooooooou.

(I actually just replied. "Huh. Wow.")

PEOPLE ARE BEING WRONG ON THE INTERNET!!!!

I hear that happens sometimes.

but I think I'm going to read Cog on the way home.

I approve of this plan.

"There is no such thing as s transgender child because you can't have the surgery until 18"

I hate ppl. This guy things someone is going to force his daughter to shower with boys.

For anyone fascinated by statistics, sports debates, and centuries of sumo wrestling:

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538 is full of interesting stuff.