Maybe you'll wake up with superpowers, -t.

Fingers crossed!

A friend posted this on FB [link] and I really want to say that the meme reads like a prompt for slash fic, but I'm afraid that's the wrong corner of my friendslist. I don't want to end up trying to explain slash.

Hah that totally sounds like RPF, aurelia!!

I had a friend remind me of the Expert Consultant sketch tonight, where the need to draw seven red lines, perpendicular to each other. And two should be in transparent ink, and one in green ink. And one in the shape of a kitten? It's too real.

Surgery~ma!

I am tired. There's a wonderful documentaries film festival at the library this week, but I may have ordered one more ticket than I should have, energywise. All events are wonderful (saw RBG last night, and The Other Side of Everything the day before - highly recommended), but there's one more screening + live show tonight which I might be too tired to enjoy.

Lots of surgery~ma! I wish the roller coaster stuff wasn't so common with medical procedures, but it is.

Pretty sure I didn't read The Pearl or To Build a Fire, but memory of what I have read isn't that great. I generally avoid depressing fiction and have a strong preference for characters I would enjoy hanging with for a time. That said I loved Grapes of Wrath and Faulkner's As I Lay Dying. Mostly now I read much lighter choices.

I find yogurt expiration dates to be pretty loose. Here's to superpowers!

A friend posted this on FB [link]

Wow, people are whack. Why? Also, I don't think it is possible for any Trump fic to be entertaining. Way too much thinking of him already.

Shir, I hope you are able to find the energy to enjoy the shows. Sometimes entertainment can be invigorating.

ION, it is 45 here this morning! 60 inside the house. I am bundled in sweat clothes and turned on the portable heaters.

Laura, I want to sing "Autumn in New York" to you, but that's really about the city.

Best thoughts to your dad, Sue!!

Thanks everyone. I don't know when surgery is supposed to happen today, but I am pretty stressed. I'm sure if this week hadn't been so turvy topsy, I wouldn't feel so much like my head's going to explode.

My RMT had a cancellation for this afternoon, so I am having a massage, but I almost feel too wound up for it.

Current 7AM meeting conversation:

Manager: Remember how we voted on what tasks we thought needed to be done? This one got the most votes, so I was going to do Thing 1 to fulfill it.

Everyone else: We really thought that meant Thing 2.

Manager: But everyone has to be involved in developing Thing 2.

EE: Okay, but it's really critical to our work, which is why we all voted for it.

M: I could work on the one that got the next-most votes.

EE: Or...we could figure out how to get Thing 2 done.

M: Well, thing 2 is really complicated.

EE: Right, which is why it's important to all of us.

M: Are you sure you don't want Thing 1?

EE: I guess we could start with that, but we really REALLY need Thing 2.

M: Well, did we all agree on what that task meant when we voted on it?

Dana: *head explodes, promises self doughnuts for surviving this meeting*

Good luck, Sue. The whole surgery scheduling thing is crazy and hard to wait through.