Really? I would never have guessed that in a billion years.

She has a well earned reputation as a rather gothy literary writer, but almost half of her books (and some of her best esteemed) are gritty portraits of cities and working class lives.

The weirdest part is, that I could never network off what (probably) decided that follow. Because it's, like, everything that "Seeking Employment While Disabled" told me not to do. Because some RW asked if I had brain damage and I said "Well, yes, actually. But not how you think." (Maybe Larry David might have also enjoyed that.) But it is nice to know that I didn't *completely* make up that we share some sensibilities even if my real mother isn't always amused when I watch the news and speculate about what happens in pols' mothers' houses. I can see why people might give Best to Homicide cause you don't need background to follow it.(and, well, Kay Howard's on it.)

Hi, been skipping and skimming. Sending lawyer~ma to David and get out Get Out GET OUT~ma to Kristin’e dude.

meara, when? Because I have a ton of cleaning to do this weekend and would love to chat while doing some of it.

Also - I am applying for a job back in NC and am scrambling to get my resume together; anyone might have the time and bandwidth to read the job description and a roughs draft of my resume Thursday night/Friday morning?

Smonster that sounds good to me! I have no real plans Saturday daytime right now other than baking something for a friend—I’ll text you.

She has a well earned reputation as a rather gothy literary writer, but almost half of her books (and some of her best esteemed) are gritty portraits of cities and working class lives.

She's also published in Ellery Queen pretty frequently.

She's also published in Ellery Queen pretty frequently.

Interesting!

Holy Schmao, I checked the tank on my Executive Function and it's very low.

I had to lash myself to get a check in the mail (one of three that need to go out, but this one could not be late), text my contractor to deal with an issue at Emmett's apartment, unload the dishwasher, and then load it again.

I'm feeling kind of down right now and don't want to deal with any fucking thing. But fucking things keep requiring my adult attention.

Also - I am applying for a job back in NC and am scrambling to get my resume together; anyone might have the time and bandwidth to read the job description and a roughs draft of my resume Thursday night/Friday morning?

I’d be up for it. Also, yay! (From NC’s perspective. I know New Orleans is the city of your heart.)

She's so crazy prolific at writing I don't know when she has time to watch anything. I can't keep up.

I’d be up for it. Also, yay! (From NC’s perspective.

Thank you! Also, I’ll be in NC for a week in May, would love to see you and amych and Anny if it works out. I have a work thing and family stuff but should have some free time.

I know New Orleans is the city of your heart.)

Hahaha nsm any more. I am tired and things are getting worse here exponentially faster than a lot of other places. Everyone I know is at least fantasizing about leaving and a lot of my friends have already left. NC looks like an absolute paradise by contrast.

So in what will hopefully be the last run of scary medical testing for me for a good while, I have my colonoscopy tomorrow around midday. (Due to family history I've been having them every few years since I was 35 or so, so I think this is like my 5th or 6th?)

I swear the worst part is having to choke down the drink for the prep. The version they prescribed me has two doses, one of which I took at 4:30 this afternoon, and the other I have a 5:30 AM alarm set to make sure I wake up for. I made the mistake of mixing it with white grape juice this afternoon, which I thought would drown out the taste, but somehow it amplified it instead. It was so bad I had Dylan go out and get me a bottle of yellow Gatorade so I'd have another option for the morning. I'm just glad I'm not a Baptist anymore, because I don't think I'd be able to face grape juice at communion after this. At this point I'm contemplating swearing off grapes altogether.