So, there was surgery (again) but more of a two to three month full expected recovery rather than nine, so, yeah. Pain killers, so my brains not all there. And most importantly - Christ, please tell me someone, anyone has current contact info for Ali?

As part of this week’s list of things to do, I’ve been clearing out the laptop (and how the hell did I mange to collect a little over 60 GB’s of stuff in the last six months anyway? It’s not like I’ve got movies or the like on this thing) and ran into it. It’s probably going into the delete file, but I thought I might get a kick out of it later ( Read more... )

So, I’m sort of exasperated with my state; we went for McCain by just under 7,000 votes - out of just shy of 3 million. Which - I’m a little out of date on our population numbers, but I think our eligible to vote population is around five and a half million, so that means just over 50% voted. This is an improvement. Also on the good side, we’ve ( Read more... )

So, tonight was good. Went out to dinner with Rose, Red and Em for Em’s 16th birthday. Had a good dinner, finalized the wedding invitations (mom just needs to pick out what kind of paper she wants to use) and generally a mellow good time was had by all. Yes, it was the smallest birthday celebration I’ve ever had with family, but Em, up until ( Read more... )

I - sigh. No, really, it’s true. One of the absolute joys of being back in school is once again have complete access to things like EBSCOhost. I can put anything I like into the search, pick the thousands of sources I want searched press enter and poof! Hundreds of articles, academic articles are right there for me. All for me ( Read more... )

So, I don’t generally cook after midnight. It’s one of those rules. Generally, I snack, or resort to food that can be nuked that late. I don’t cook after midnight for a very good reason: if I’m hungry enough to want real, honest to god food, it generally means I’ve forgotten to eat that day. Therefore, low blood sugar ( Read more... )

Oh, look. It’s that time of year again. That time of year where N. has one of her yearly freak-outs about how I’m too harsh of a person and cuts me off from my little sister in punishment. Oh fucking joy. And it’s even early - usually it doesn’t hit until January or February. No, this year it hits in Dec. while I’m sick and trying to get ( Read more... )

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You know, it’s been just shy of three years, since I had to go to the ER last. Three years. I was shooting for thirty. Managed three. I’d be more disappointed if before said three years, the longest I had managed to avoid the ER in quite some time was six months. Therefore, I choose to feel proud of my three years ( Read more... )

The thing is, when I first got the news, it was a pin prick. A paper cut. A bit painful, but easily ignored, and healed quickly. It was one of four deaths in four weeks, and that’s life. Will didn’t have kids, didn’t have a spouse, and frankly I’m not sure his parents deserved him ( Read more... )