Oh no, sj! I hope you get some relief. And ltc enjoyed extra show time (I'm assuming -- this seems like just the right time for it!).

And yikes, msbelle! That's a lot of dog and a lot of meds for one of them. (PS: I mean Buddy.)

To be fair to the 80s, the CIA was doing shit like this in SE Asia during the Viet Nam war. There was a reason our inner cities became flooded with heroin during the 70s.

Good point. OK, I'll revise it to

If our intelligence apparatus hadn't decided to continue to do an end run around the Constitution to fund regime change via drug running.

Hugs to Emily and family.

I'm late to the game, but I can't believe no one had ischeal tuberosity as their favourite body part!

Jesse, yes it was a good time for more shows, but she still got a "do I not look a little busy at the moment" to which she said "what?"

Timelies all!

Need more sleep. Then again, I always need more sleep.

I have been working pretty much non-stop since 7am, and now I'm tired and cranky and don't wanna do anything else. I originally started writing this comment two hours ago and it is still true.

We have the same dad!

Yup! His doctor has STRONGLY ADVISED against driving himself to the hospital if he thinks he's having another heart attack.

My father, however, bought good shoes today after his doctor told him to stop buying the cheap ones that ruined his feet, so perhaps this is a sign he finally is listening? I think that is a win.

We have the same dad!

Yup! His doctor has STRONGLY ADVISED against driving himself to the hospital if he thinks he's having another heart attack.

Ha! If you don't drive yourself, you can't go through the White Castle drive-thru on the way to the hospital! (Okay, my dad has never actually gone through the drive-thru on the way to the hospital with a heart attack [that we know of]. That's just a line I stole from Christopher Titus, because his earlier stand-up routines included a lot about his own dad's multiple heart attacks, which he drove himself to the hospital for.)

I think my dad called 911 for 1 out of his 5* heart attacks.

*(Again, he's had 5 that we know of. It's entirely possible that he's had more. Though, to be fair, he hasn't had a heart attack in probably 10 years? Ish? More than 5 years, I know that.)

There have been several times with my mom when she's had chest pains, and she told my dad that she was having chest pains, and he asked if she wanted to go to the hospital, and she said no. Then, several hours later, it got to the point where she finally admitted that yes, the hospital might be a good plan. Then, after she got whatever she needed at the hospital (like a stent or a pacemaker or whatever it was that time), she'd complain to my sister and me that, when our dad first asked if she wanted to go to the hospital and she said no, that he should have insisted that she go anyway.

C'mon dads (and moms)! Take care of those hearts!

My assistant is transferring to a different department within our organization after this week. I should probably give him something to acknowledge/thank him but I've been neck deep in budgeting and have had no time to think of anything.

Argh, parents and health!

As a queer, the 90s and even early 2000s feel like a whole other ballgame. Like, societal attitudes have changed so much, so quickly, it's really crazy!