Pat Robertson is dead: [link]
Changing my quote for the occasion.
Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ding dong.
OMG, that is a fabulous quote, Matt.
Bette is my role model at grudge holding.
Pat Robertson is dead
I genuinely didn't know he was still alive. Good fucking riddance.
Last night was the educational session for Tim's surgery, and I was extremely distracted the entire time because the physical therapist in charge looked like Henry Cavill. (Afterward, I said to Tim, "God, I hope he's your PT after surgery," and Tim said, "You and me both!") Anyway, lots of good info. I just wish the surgery were sooner.
I could have sworn he died years ago.
Steph, lots of ~ma for Tim’s surgery.
Yesterday was really stressful. So of course my body has decided today is the day for the panic attack. There isn’t anything to panic about today except for the fact that my glasses are hiding from me. Stoopid brain.
Ugh. Having a v hard time concentrating at work, but there’s several urgent things that need lots of focus and that nobody else is around to help with (unfortunately most of my same-level coworkers are on vacation this week and I was the backup!!). I know people will be annoyed down the road if delays of a few days mean we miss a deadline and are a month or more delayed for other things….and I don’t want to deal with that annoyance later (or the $$$ it will involve) but I also really can’t do a deep dive review of specific track changes back and forth comments on intricate stuff right now. Ugh.
Fuck Pat Robertson. I’ll drink to his death tonight. One name off my Arya list.
Air is still gross here.
My friend is back in the hospital.
Sorry about your friend, msbelle. I hope the hospital is helpful.
I'm sorry about the work crap on top of family concerns, meara.
I love the thought of Pat Robertson joining Ronald Regan in hell. I'm sure Dante wrote something appropriate.
meara, I'm so sorry about your mom. Damn. It's all happening so quickly. You're flying out there tomorrow, right?
I couldn't concentrate on a damn thing at work while my mom was dying, or even for a while afterwards. I could usually manage a few specific concrete tasks, but any higher-level thinking was totally beyond me.