I'm thinking up meals to make to a) use more food in the pantry, and b) not have to use any of kitchen items I'm taking with me to prepare and eat them on Thursday.

I will start separating kitchen items tonight and also start packing suitcases.

Don't be like me and discover that you need your can opener only after it's far too late to find it.

Bought so many cheap can openers that way.

Helpful tips!

I realized that I had grabbed the most recent Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, so I'm happily watching that while I eat.

Nevermind, but still, THANK YOU!!!!

When I moved, even though it was just across town, a friend filled a grocery bag with disposable dishes, paper towels, wipes, scissors, tape,camp can opener and a wine opener. It was quite helpful!

Oh and on that twitter thing, you can do it once per day for the rest of the week. You can also post it on instagram. thanks.

I realized I could drop my ballot off at a drop box (drop VAN actually, it was just stationed outside a community center), so I did that. It took me past the hardware store, which I needed to go to anyway.

Now it's 7:30, I'm fed, I fixed the toilet, and I have a glass of wine, courtesy my roommate. Life could be worse.

Took Walter for a brisk walk (I maybe could have run and stayed in the the right heart rate zone, but I didn't wear running shoes, so that didn't happen) that was very pleasant (the radio told me when I was heading home that the weather was "unusually pleasant" by the way, and it is!). Went past the police station, as we generally do, where they had a banner out for Nat'l Night Out, but the actual event is on the other side of town and i don't think I'm gonna bother. It's too close to my bed time for all that.

Oh good grief. Dr. Snowflake just sent a chiding email to me - only to me - scolding me for not answering his emails. My last email to him was last Thursday, telling him what we're going to do to fix the mess we made. His last email to me was last Friday, asking again questions I've already answered. It's been TWO business days since then. I don't even have the proof of his correction to send him yet! FFS. It's past time my boss started handling this guy.

Plus, I just learned today that we have another incorrect figure that got into print - part b of a figure was overwritten with similar-looking part a. Author didn't notice in his proof, I didn't notice in the proofread. What the hell. And of course, this author also wants us to correct the online version, which, again, we can't do.

This journal hasn't had to run an erratum in literally years, and suddenly I have to run two in one issue. And the art people who are screwing up aren't even going to be made aware they're screwing up, because no one wants to take responsibility for talking to their little two-man department.

I'm sick at my stomach over all this.