Okay technically it's a Soy and Tofu Festival:

You really need both together. Like chocolate and peanut butter.

I am 100% done with this week. I worked 12 hours today and I have so much left to do because I need to start a code push tomorrow. I have to get up at 4:30am on Wednesday to attend an all hands meeting. My inbox is a hot mess. I need a clone.

Let's just burn it all down, shrift. 7 weeks in to major issues, now let's form a tiger team.

I shoulda called mission office while boss was on vacay. Woulda been a hell storm, but we'd be weeks ahead of now.

Shit.

Steph, I'm sorry about the vaccine. That shit is bananas.

Sara, I saw the gofundme and tried to piece together what happened. If I had any spare money, I'd chip in

Except I don't because my life has gone to out of control shit. I lost my phone (as it was on the roof of my car). I could see it for an hour or two after it was gone, but it was somewhere near the freeway I couldn't get it to ping after 10:00 when my friend showed up to watch the kids. I only sort of trespassed to look for it to no avail. My friend C gave me her old broken screen phone, but it has a screen lock and I can't message her because I don't have a phone.

We also don't have a house phone and I'm home with the kids again tomorrow. So if something happens I'm fucked. I can't get a new phone because of my contract on the old phone. I have no money to buy one outright and in fact have $11 left in my name do to stupid shit.

Sigh.

Why is this so hard?

Since most people assume that knowledge of sports fandom is a default state and will bring up sports teams and events as a safe topic of conversation that everyone can engage in, I use the term sportsball to signal that I am not rudely ignoring anyone, just sports-clueless and lacking the ability to contribute to the conversation. It's either that or speak entirely in quotes from this Onion article (which I also do, except for the random homophobic paragraph in the middle, but mostly only with my sister who can quote it back at me when our dad starts going on about the Red Sox).

[aaaaaaaaaaaaargh sorry, the conversation has moved way past this. Sorry everyone is dealing with so much this week already.]

Too much suckitude all around.

I think sportsball is simultaneously dismissive and overly cutesy. I barely follow any sport and therefore get all @@ about it.

Ugh, Kat, that sucks a lot.

I've been in a grumpy mood today--yesterday's date who gave me a hug at the end but did not seem at all interested in doing more? Texted me this morning! WTF? ...but then when I responded, has not texted since. Who the hell knows. I slept terribly. The kitten is not gaining weight. I'm sore in various places, none of which are the place I"m getting physical therapy for. I want to have a magic way to get down to Portland and hang out with the 23 year old, because it would be fun and I wouldn't otherwise be able to see her for a few weeks. I accidentally didn't cancel this week's Blue Apron even though I went on there a few days ago to do just that, so I'm getting a shipment of food tomorrow that I don't want/don't really have time to make. GRR.

Kat, that sucks. If I had a spare iPhone, I'd send it to you.

Let's just burn it all down, shrift. 7 weeks in to major issues, now let's form a tiger team.

Yaasssss.

Bev, I didn't get to see JDM. He was only there on Sunday and his autograph and photo prices were the highest. The lines were long and the people I talked to who had met him gave glowing reviews.

I have another fun story from the night with Barrowman. The event was in a third floor ballroom of a hotel. The room had one wall of glass that opened up to a patio and gave us a view of the hotel next door. Part way through, the folk behind me yelled "naked lady" and sure enough, there was a woman striped down, visible through the windows. John ran out on the patio to look but she had disappeared by then, so he went on with his stories.

A bit late from behind me there came "she's back". John ran out again and she appeared to be priming in a mirror, not realizing she had an audience. John tried whistling into his mic to get her attention to no avail. His security guy gave him a flashlight which he flashed across her window. It worked cause you could see her look and then drop to the floor. She tried to slink down the wall to the window to drop the blinds, but those windows are the full width of the room, so we saw every step of her naked progress.

John laughed so hard and doubled over again after a rep from our hotel told him something. He asked her to repeat into the mic "if we get a call from that hotel I'm having you (John) answer it". "No problem".

I just checked into my hotel room and step one was closing the drapes.