Well the Yardsale for the Cure was a complete success yesterday. We raised scads of cash for a very worthy cause. I had a great time festooned with pink balloons, cheese helmet on, making an ass of myself at Greenwood and Danforth doing my best town crier routine. All that heralding at the SCA came in super handy ( Read more... )

Hey everybody! I just thought I would pass this along. I will be there, cheese helmet strapped firmly to my head flagging cars down so they can take away people's clutter and leave money for a cure. Come be silly, eat barbecue, or just to donate some things to be sold, contact me at the usual co-ordinates or Caroline's below ( Read more... )

So with thornleaf's recent post about the robot who can recognize itself in the mirror, I was curious...

Anybody want to go blow up Skynet next weekend?

It feels great to be back at the office today. It was a very busy day, but good busy.

I got A BUNCH of stuff done, and although I'm pretty beat right now, I look forward to getting in nice and early again tomorrow.

So I slept through the night again for the second time in a row. Sleep is doing wonders for the gastritis. I'm back on solid foods again which is nice. That ensure stuff is tasty but nothing beats eating a real meal and not being sent into a three hour downward spiral of suffering. I haven't had an episode since Friday morning and I think I've got ( Read more... )

Still not sleeping a regular schedule it would seem. I ususally have a nap for an hour or two between the hours of 6 - 11 am and then sleep what would be a normal nights from 8 pm till 1 or 2. I wonder if I can regulate that with gravol a bit? I should be careful because too much Gravol can be bad for my stomach lining, but then again, so can sleep

The last three days have been horrible. My weekend started saturday morning back in the hospital with intense agony from my gastritis. With a morphine and gravol drip into my arm I waddled out of the hospital to come home to my dear Butler Nick all freaked out ( Read more... )

The Revolution Begins

I am infecting you with an informational virus.

When some one asks you if you want a bag say "No, I will use it once then it will sit in landfill for ten thousand years"

The Revolution has begun.

Welcome to the New Age

In my grief I took a card from the 'Gifts of the Goddess' oracle by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber ( Read more... )

Carrie Lane's grandmother died Tuesday night at 9. I was so grief stricken at the absolute horror of the timing of the dissolution of our engagement coinciding with this terrible event that my gastritis had me wailing on the floor in absolute agony over the sheer awfulness of the 9th of May ( Read more... )