Well, because we've got to have someplace to be crabasses.

I don't have one right now other than I sucked it up and walked to the far away good Chinese place to get lunch in the psychotic heat outside. Stupid dog days of summer. Turn off the heat already!

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Answers

My neck. My back. My shoulders. Last night I took 500 mg of Naproxin and a prescription muscle relaxant, and I still couldn't sleep. Stress affects me very badly.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

My shoulder really really hurts and now I'm getting tingling and aching in my fingers too. I can't take another muscle relaxant for about two hours and my next massage appointment isn't for another week. I wanna go home...

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking greenspun. Fucking archaic format. Fucking slow internet.

Withdrawal is a bitch.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Bethadone's good, but it's just not enough. I miss the little red numbers.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

This will surprise no one: the airconditioning at work is broken. Again. It's only supposed to get up to ninety-nine sweltering, disugsuting, dripping dgrees today. Gah.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

The board is gone my fucking laptop is gone. Support is reintalling windows 2000 on it right now. ALL the files I've been working on over the last couple of days... GONE! fuck! Let this be a lesson to all of you.. back your shit up right now.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking fibroids. Fucking heat. Fucking pain meds that don't work. Fucking clients who want me to come visit them in fucking DC. Fucking Amtrak who can't keep the fucking Acelas working.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fuck being back at work. Fuck grumpy-ass employers who think they own my soul. Fuck me for not pursuing a portable career.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

I want to go home and sleep. I partied way too much yesterday at our annual golf outing. Even tho I swore I wouldn't get as drunk as last year, I did and so I didn't sleep well and had weird dreams and an awful headache and now it's haunting me. I want my nice comfy bed...

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking heat. I mean, I realise the mid-Europeans must have done something pretty shitty to be hit with all that bad weather karma, but honestly? Finland does not need to be this hot. Some rain would be nice. And sub-twenty degrees. (Um, Celsius, though.)

Fucking humidity. This fucking happened last year too, late July, and that was the first time ever I experienced long-term hot humidity in this country.

Fucking head. Mine, that is. Filled with wool. Not pleasant, especially with that oh-so pleasant-and-attractive ever-present sheen of perspiration. Also, fucking back and neck, still screwed from flight. I feel eighty years old.

Fucking cat. Mewing. All. The. Time. Trashing newspapers. Wanting to go outside. Deciding to climb sheets hanging to dry. Sleeping on me. In this fucking heat.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking cramps.

Fucking stomachache resulting from too many chocolate chip cookies (see above re: cramps).

Fucking week going by too slowly.

Fucking Buffy spoiler thread shamelessly hanging out there in the breeze. Due to the acute lack of reading material, it's way more tempting than usual.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking years and years of old threads to suck me away from gainful work.

Fucking Windows 2000 which is noticably slower than Windows 98. "Upgrade" my ass.

And an "amen" on the weather situation. Enough with the heat already. It's time for fall.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking toe - why did you have to run into the couch at a high speed?

Fucking friend - I realize I agreed to sell stuff on eBay for you, but I didn't realize you were going to send me your speeding tickets and then e-mail me from your fab vacation in another country and beg me to send more money instantly. If the auctions aren't over and we haven't made any money, I sure can't send you any! I thought I was being nice, not being an emergency bank account!

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Shit. All these old threads mean somewhere in there is the occasional me saying stupid things because I was too intimidated to actually post regularly or try to be interesting. crap. I don't want y'all reading that stuff. Is it too late to adopt a pseudonym?

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Oh, yeah, I started reading an old thread and quickly backed out because I realized I might have posted something really stupid back in the day.

I know about three years ago my best friend Janet posted something about a tree (juniper?) and put in a fake email address. Heh. I found it when I googled her name.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Fucking suspects teasing me with tales of stupid posts from the past. Oh well, it's not like I was going to get any work done today anyways.

And while I'm here, fucking Colin who can't aim worth shit, and hammered a squash ball into my hand at full speed. Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow. (Uh, nothing broken, it just stung a lot for a while.)

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

I'm loving the old threads, but I'm pissed at myself for not getting involved sooner. You guys have always been the smartest group!

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

If it makes you feel any better, Blake, I'll probably say plenty of stupid things when I meet you two in a few weeks. I get weirdly shy and prone to staying stupid(er) things in person, which is ridiculous since y'all know pretty much everything there is to know about me via TUS, so I have no idea why I get weird.

Current bitch? I'm thirsty, but I'd have to put my shoes on to go get a drink, and I'm enjoying being barefoot. Yeah, I know, pettiest of all possible bitches.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Is there a better way of figuring out if there are new posts than compulsively clicking on each thread and scrolling all the way down to the bottom? This is so... retro.

Stacey, can't you wander around barefoot? I frequently do. It's unprofessional as hell, but they haven't fired me yet.

My current bitch is that I haven't done any work all day. Why that is anyone's fault but my own I don't know. But now I have the Internet-reading goopy-eye.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Where the hell is Curtis? I miss him.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Nope. I mean, you can keep reloading the "new answers" page, but it takes forever to update. Mostly we just have this to make you appreciate the real board more.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

I often wander around the here barefoot. Professionalism be damned. But going to the vending machine at the moment requires venturing through a construction area upstairs, and they get really bitchy if you do so barefoot. Which is, I suppose, fairly valid as there are probably lots of sharp objects lying around during the constructing process. But it's still annoying.

Clearly I should lobby for a mini-fridge in my office.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

guppy said it first, so now I can chime in. I miss Curtis, too, dammit. Also Alleline (stupid bar exam). And I wish Diana would show up more than occasionally, and...

I am thoroughly ashamed of how much stock I put in forum-based relationships.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Paranoid-assed husband and his fucking Firewall of Doom making it impossible for me to FTP anything without a huge, butt-pain-inducing hassle. Grrr.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Damn sales guy who keeps changing a customer's name in our customer database. Customer's first name is "Chandrasehkar". He goes by "Sekhar". Sales guy stores his name as "Shaker". Okay, a) that's not even phonetically close, and b) that's not his name, you moron. Makes it hard for the rest of us to look him up!

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

ARGH!! This afternoon, I got on expedia.com and found a good price for tickets out to JC - cheap enough that I can buy them now, rather than (as originally planned) my husband paying for them when he could. That's been a sort of on again off again deal, everytime I got ready to buy, some emergency had come up to where he couldn't yet.

So.. I tried to buy the tickets but the firewall at work prevented it. Figured I'd do it straight away when I got home. Now they're nearly double the price and they don't have the flights I'd already chosen! No, I didn't 'hold' - I tried THAT and the damned computer goofed up (I so hate our current ISP wienies, nothing works right), and I never went back in and did it.

Double the price just a couple hours later! ARGH! And I can't afford that!

I'm totally at a loss about what to do now... is there any chance that if I check again later, the prices will magically have gone down again??

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Yes, there is -- that's what happened to me with the first JournalCon. Keep trying.

Have you tried Southwest? They fly into Oakland and that will work just as well as San Francisco.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Hadn't thought about the Oakland option - I was hoping to hook up with anyone that might be coming in around the same time and share transportation into the hotel (after a couple months of public transportation here, I know I'm not eager to plod through SF's public transportation system alone and with luggage. Yes, I'm a wuss.) - but if anyone's coming in via Oakland, let me know!

Looks like my best option is to sit and wait and hope it gets back into my price range. bah.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

If you don't have a car, it's actually probably easier to get in to San Francisco if you fly in to Oakland Airport.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Lynda, you can get a flight on Frontier from BWI for $298. Longer drive, but much less expensive.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

And from Dulles on National Airlines for $255!

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Oh wait, no, that's a late afternoon flight ... morning flights from Dulles start at $305.

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

hah.. thanks. I think there will be options out of DCA (a necessity for me due to other circumstances), I'll just need to be patient a bit longer.

Which means WestHost doesn't get ANY of my patience! (scary look in case they're reading)

-- Anonymous, August 14, 2002

Not flight- or JournalCon-related (well, okay, I can bitch that I can't go to JournalCon again!), but I do have a minor but highly irritating gripe: I have the hiccups. Hiccups are never fun, but they are especially not fun at 7:30 in the morning on an empty stomach. There is no breakfast food in the house. My husband is so taking me to grab breakfast somewhere when he gets back from his bike ride.

Oh, crap. Today's Ferragosto. Everything's closed. I wonder if we can find a bar open for breakfast? I'm hungry, dammit. And just stop with the fucking hiccups already, okay?

Not going to be a good day, I fear.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

The fucking zip drive in the lecture theatre wouldn't recognise my disk this morning, so I had to do my talk sans my swanky Powerpoint presentation. I can only imagine how dull it was. Actually, no I don't have to imagine it, I can watch the fucking video of it. Ugh.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Gah, I'm falling asleep at my desk. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I know that staring at the data I'm trying to make interesting isn't helping. Newsflash: an error occurs if you don't act on information you receive. In case y'all were wondering.

Kill me now. Alternatively, pass the uppers.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

I just figured out that I only have three out of 15 vacation days left this year. Of the twelve days I've used, ten will have been spent visiting my parents for my mother's perpetually postponed surgery, and two were spent going to Chicago for a wedding, which actually almost resembled a holiday, except we were sharing a hotel room with my in-laws, and it was too bloody hot.

Also, there are absolutely no incoming technical support questions for me to answer, and I can't do documentation because we don't have the software for me to do it with. There's only so many times a person can clean her desk!

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Ugh, vacation days. I don't think I even have enough to go to Toronto. Not that it matters, because I'm going anyway, but then I'll have to be good not take any for a while to make up for it. (Or, you know, underreport the length of my vacation.)

My bitch is that I find all celebrity crushes embarrassing, but I've developed a new one that's even more embarrassing than usual. (And no, I'm not telling who it is. Because half of you won't know who I'm talking about and the other half will laugh at me.)

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Callum Keith Rennie? David Cronenberg? Arsinee Khanjian?

C'mon, tell!

Um, what's my bitch? You cocksuckers have me contemplating going on a diet, even though I know it's the worst idea ever.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

No, the celebrity crush is unrelated to Canada as far as I know. But who's this Arsinee person? I've never heard of him/her; is he/she cute?

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Panic. I just decided I need to completely change my approach in the key section, because it's just not working this way. The new way makes much more sense, fits in better with the overall themes, and is shiny and new and original. It feels right. It also means I need to rewrite about, um, 100 pages. Of course I can lift whole sections, but I have to weave everything together in a completely different way, and some things don't fit properly into the new framework and need to be split up, which means big headaches.

I have until early Saturday morning, my time, at the very latest (milking every second of that time difference). It is now 6:15 p.m. on Thursday.

My husband just made up an excuse for why he suddenly needed to go to his parents'. I think he's afraid of me right now.

Um, wah.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Arsinee Khanjian is Atom Egoyans wife. She played Wanda Otto in The Sweet Hereafter and Zoe in Exotica.

Absolutely crush worthy.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Ahh... somehow, I didn't know her name. Yes, she is totally crushworthy! I will promptly add her to my imaginary celebrity girlfriend list.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Stacey, I figured it might be someone out of Last Night. So? Tell! You wouldn't drop a hint like that if you didn't want someone to winkle your dirty little secret out of you!

Plin, go for it. You can do it, and the final result will be worth the effort. And of course, if you don't manage it, I'm an ocean away so you can't kick my ass. Heh.

I have nothing to bitch about, I am cheerfully derailing this thread with malice aforethought.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Amy, check your email, you doofus. I emailed you my shameful secret, like, an hour ago. Because I know otherwise you'll just get me drunk and get it out of me when I visit you. And I figured you hadn't emailed me back because you didn't want to be my friend anymore after finding it out. Now I know you're just not checking your damn email.

Well, that or I accidentally emailed the wrong person.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Actually you e-mailed all of us. We weren't going to say anything, but ... wow. That was pretty shameful, all right.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Cocksuckers. All of you.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Well . . . except me.

Vacation/sick days: someone take some of mine. I've got 384 and 399 hours, respectively. At least take my 70 forfeited hours. Suck. Of course, if I get a new job, they'll give me some money. That would go in another thread, though.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

It's hot. It's hot. It's been hot for fucking ever. I'm sitting in the "cool room", which is 86F (and it's Boston, so it's humid too). I have to go out and pick up the week's farm share.

And I mistyped ".org" in my email address, but it's funnier this way, so I'm leaving it.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Temp agencies don't see my name and embrace me immediately. I need a job! I have rent to pay! Love me, motherfuckers!

Please?

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

2 1/2 hour business desk meeting. My brain is melting. Can I go home now?

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

Here's a bitch of a different sort: You'd think the New York Times' editors wouldn't be asleep at the wheel. From a snotty book review of a snotty book at http://www.nytimes.com/2002/08/11/books/review/11MANLYT.html:

"The parade of booze-filled indiscretions -- including being found unconscious in a SoHo nightclub with his pants around his ankles and proposing to a 16-year-old Swedish girl -- scrapes away what remains of a reader's good will."

I'm not sure how one proposes while unconscious, but I'd love to see it in person.

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

I'm on night seven of a nine-night work week. I'm so exhausted, I slept for 12 hours today and woke up tired.

I got contact lenses on Tuesday, and promptly lost my glasses on a bus. Many many phone calls to the transit corporation have revealed nothing, so I get to drop another $280 to replace my brand-new glasses. And I STILL have to pay for the contacts. In the meantime, I have no choice but to wear the contacts, even though the newsroom is so dry that the damn things are trying to leap out of my head. I've been putting drops in my eyes every half hour, and I still can't see properly.

The only thing making me happy right now is the mint-chocolate iced coffee thingy that I picked up at Second Cup. It has chocolate chips!

-- Anonymous, August 15, 2002

HeatherC, I'm a dork because I didn't know you were in Canada.

My bitch is that my three favourite bras (all the same design) are suddenly uncomfortable and poky and miserable. I don't own that many bras, I can't afford to have three go out of commission!

When good bras go bad! Next on RealTV.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Humidity + Cramps = not fun. Add the fact that in just a few short hours, a random stranger is going to drain all the blood from my arm, and now we're cookin. Well, hopefully some good will come out of this (the blood draining part), so we can finaly figure out how to fix me. But still, cramps and humidity, Very Very Bad. No little scrolling thingie in the middle of the mouse? Also, not good. It's time for my nap.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

I've got a few bras to send to perform on that TV show.

I'm wearing a new bra today, and I was fairly pleased with it when I put it on this morning, since it seems to actually fit nicely. But now it's itching like crazy. I think there's itching powder in it or something. Stupid bra.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

I'm melting. I'm crampy. I want a pan of brownies, all for me.

I'd settle for the workday finally being over.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

i have a whole list of bitchiness this morning.

my computer has died. a spectacular and complete death and the apple man says i have to send it to them for cpr. or something.

then, i had a nasty ms type fall in the shower, hurting my back in some badass way that kept me lying on the bathroom floor for almost an hour. i am now sitting in a chair, unable to move. because it hurts.

i am jet lagged.

i am supposed to be leaving town today to attend a memorial service tomorrow.

the dumb vaio i am presently typing on keeps crashing.

i miss the little red numbers on the old board.

ok. i think i'm done bitching. i want some spaghetti now.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Geeze, selila - are you ok???

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Yeah, Selila, are you okay?

Very petty bitch by comparison: the copy of the board Jeremy set up on our home server has fucked up my password. It won't let me in. Because I am Head Admin Lord Above Other Admins, no other admin can edit my password, do the magic "become this user" thing with me, etc. We don't have sendmail on that server so I can't have a new password e-mailed to me, either, not that that would do any good since those never work. So I'm just locked out.

(Jeremy says he can fix it at the database level, but I prefer to be a drama queen and say, "You stole my board! You and Syrup! You killed all my imaginary friends and then you locked me out so you could have private wwwthreads sex with Syrup!")

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Beth, have you been dipping into the VC Andrews again? You seem to have got mixed up in one of her plots.

Selila, sheesh--are you okay? Don't go disappearing now that you've alarmed us like that.

My bitch is, I have to hand in a certain something 12 hours from now, and I'm thinking I need about four times that to do what needs to be done. Which is, of course, why I'm here. It's too overwhelming. Plus, I needed a yogurt break.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Yeah, but I didn't get the long flowing blonde hair or the strong dancer's legs or the blue-green eyes that sparkle as if lit up by a light from within.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

actually, no, at the moment i am not ok.

just got off the phone with the dr. she suggests the emergency room.

of course, i'll probably get there and have them tell me...surprise, it's ms. and some kind of sprained back. oh fuck.

so, b2 has gone out to fetch some muscle relaxants and spaghetti. (he must like me.) i'm going to feel a little sorry for myself, have a good cry, and then take some pain killers and wait awhile. then, i fully intend to be back to my regular strategizing self and either go to the damn emergency room or get all doped up for the car trip to the funeral.

of course, that was probably all tmi for you guys. sorry. just ignore me. i'm impossible and immobile.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

selila, I will be thinking of you all day, sending good thoughts your way in the hopes that you will be okay. Please keep us posted on how you're doing.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Oh, ack. Feel better, Selila.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Man, selila, I'm so sorry. It must be a bad MS week or something. Yesterday I came home to find my front stairs covered in blood because my landlord took a really bad fall and sliced his face open. This weather really exacerbates his MS and he was trying to hurry to answer the door. He's a wreck, poor guy; several stitches and a broken arm.

Which reminds me, I'm not going to be so petty as to bitch about the blood on the steps -- but I do kind of wonder whether perhaps I should try to clean it up for him. Is there any way to get blood off concrete or do I just have to wait for the next rain?

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

A hose would be good, or a small basin of soapy water and a scrub brush. Rinse well if you have to use soap. Wear gloves. I'd probably try to clean it off because it will stain if it's left there too long, but you can probably remove it if you hit it today.

Plus, how awful for him to have to clean it up after he heals.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Exactly. He hasn't asked me to clean the blood, but I hate to make him or his wife do it. They're such a sweet little old couple, and they're both pretty frail. I figure it's the least I can do.

I don't think we have a hose, though. I guess I'll be scrubbing the steps around midnight tonight, or whenever I get home from a crazy late night of work. Let it never be said that I don't know how to party on a Friday night...

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

I was going to bitch about inconsequential things, but now I feel all petty and stuff. Feel better, selila!

There, now I can say that it's too fucking hot and very fucking unfair that half of the world is flooding while it hasn't been this dry here, like, ever. Also, a little girl was run over this week near where I went to primary school, and now people are talking about how bad it is for drivers to run against lights. Like, duh-uh, you think? And here I thought traffic lights were just for the birds to navigate by.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Jesus, selila. I hope you feel better, too. We'll be waiting for your update.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

thanks for the good wishes everyone. all y'all remain the best forum based relations a bitching girl could ever have.

but please don't let me kill a good bitching thread with my drama.

to update.

i've had the spaghetti. and the cry. i think i'll be off for some advanced medical advice now.

i figure at the very least i can expect some excellent pain medication, which i will take liberally and head out of town for the memorial service. with the vaio, which has mercifully stopped crashing.

and, there *is* some good news today. i got two new netflix dvds...and b2 brought back the first season of buffy with the spaghetti. which means, if i have to be laid up awhile, i will at least be entertained.

so don't worry about me. i'll check in after the dr. please forgive all the spelling/grammar sins i managed to commit today.

thanks again, all.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

God-fucking-damn-shit-hell I'm having a hysterectomy as soon as possible. I can't live with 4 damn days of this amount of pain. I'm supposed to be a fucking masochist and I'm doubled over like a baby. Shit.

Thankyouverymuch. I really needed someplace to bitch. Sorry.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

My coworker takes Naproxen for her craps. She says it is like magic candy. Maybe that could help?

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

For her craps, hee. (not being able to edit really does suck, eh?)

I'm taking double strength naproxin and oxycodone, even though I'm allergic to it and it makes me itch. And still the pain has me doubling over.

This is crazy making. I thought I could wait a year or two before having the hysterectomy, because it wasn't *that* bad, but I'm wrong, it is. I mean, I shouldn't make decisions in a drug induced pain filled haze, but this is insane.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Um. My aunt had a hysterectomy in June, and believe me, I'd probably have to be facing imminent death before agreeing to it. It's a month of sick-leave and lots of pain and not being able to use your stomach muscles even if everything goes perfectly. She can't lift things, and it's been two freaking months. (Why, yes, I did leave my slightly hyperactive 9-month-old kitten with her for a month. When we came back I found out she'd had to sleep with pillows propped over her tummy to keep him from hurting her in the night. Man, I suck.)

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Ah, Lisa, I'm sorry. That really sucks.

I certainly would not advocate this if the law in your state would prohibit it (ahem), but does New Hampshire by chance have a medical marijuana law? I hear it's quite effective.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Ack. I thought hysterectomies weren't all that bad, anymore. My mum told me they do a sort of slit in the naval, cut everything loose, and then you pass it out sort of like a weird little alien baby. Well, that's what she said. Arrrgh. I'd get one tomorrow if i didn't think the hormone thing would screw me to the wall. I'm fucked up enough as it is.

My petty, petty bitch is that i went to a web-site today to watch the trailer for a movie i really want to see, and the damn realplayer won't play the sound on the trailer. All the other cool features on the site have sounds, and then realplayer screws it up. So i get pictures with no sounds, which isn't enough. Arrrrgh.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Amiable, why are you a dork because you didn't know I'm Canadian?

Not only am I Canadian, I'm a Montrealer. That's GOT to have some caché.

Anyway, here's an UN-bitch: Remeber how I lost my glasses? Glasses found! I called the transit company on a whim this morning as I was leaving work, and asked them if anyone had turned a pair in. I told the guy they were in a black Lenscrafters case, and he looked, and found them! And I was all worried I'd have to drop a ton of money! A nice way to end the Week From Hell.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

The boy broke his collar bone biking two days ago. Poor thing. Now I'm playing nurse and the house is a wreck (though slowly being cleaned) and my parents are coming to visit in four days (I think I'll call a cleaning service).

When I got back from the ER on Wednesday I had a phone call from my bank -- possible identity theft. It looks like it's not, though, it's a case of somebody, somewhere getting an old cancelled credit card number of mine.

I'm also currently fighting for the communists which isn't helping my energy level or mood one little bit.

*sigh*

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Shiii-iiiit. Sarah's back from the doctor she told everyone about, the endocrine person. Ms. Endocrine Woman's opinion is that it is not only PCOS, but diabetes as well. Fuckity fuck fuck of all fuckers. I have to go for one of those extra fun blood tests where you can't eat or drink anything for 24 hours beforehand, and then I get to wait a very antsy week for the results. She gave me the lab sheet that I have to take to the lab with me, and they're going to have to draw a ridiculous amount of blood in order to be able to test for all the things she's ordered. Did I mention that I have to wait almost two week sfor the lab results, and that I'm moving into my dorm on Thursday? Oh, what a pleasant first week it will be... Now if you'll excuse me I have to go find some way to put myself in an unshitty mood, and chocolate is no longer an option. Genetics, you suck. Love, Sarah

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

My cookies from last year are still logging me into greenspun as Isabelle and I keep forgetting to change it.

It's Saturday morning. I should be basking in weekend good time glow, but the neighbour who never sleeps woke me up at 7.30, my head is starting to ache and my tulips and freesias that have just flowered are covered in aphids and detergent spray hasn't worked one bit.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

I'm having one of those nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm going to eat some worms kind of days. I know it's just temporary. It most likely stems from my frustration at not having the follow through to try to break out of the rut I've been in for the last few months. It sucks when you feel like you want to break into tears at any minute and nothing you can think of to do holds any interest.

Sorry for the self-indulgent rant, y'all. It's just been a long week and it feels like a million years since I've had a life and some fun. Things will get better.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

For what it's worth, Mayaroo, if I lived near you I'd be looking you up right now to offer at least one evening's worth of rut-breaking fun. You are definitely up around the top of my personal pyramid of Intriguing Suspects I'd Like To Meet.

(Oh, and of course I lost your address in the PM purge. If you email it to me, I can send you that book, which will be at least a small contribution toward some fun...)

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

Mayaroo, same here! You're an All-Star Suspect, for sure. Hang in there: we'll have us some fun in October. There may even be some rut breakage to be had.

-- Anonymous, August 16, 2002

I have a headache. It's not terribly bad, but it's a dull, aching throb that won't go away even with Advil Migraine. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yesterday, I took two excedrin and the Advil Migraine and it didn't help at all.

-- Anonymous, August 17, 2002

Blake is shrieking for no discernable reason and my neighbor is putting in a new driveway. So even if I wanted to me home I couldn't read on the porch swing all day. I'm off to the park.

-- Anonymous, August 17, 2002

I am going to kill my coworker. I understand that she's overworked and frazzled, but she's had *months* to do this work and has failed to do it until this weekend when it's due Monday. Worse, all she has to do is get through this weekend. *I* am going to be spending all of this weekend and all of next week scrambling to make up for her failure to do what she was supposed to do.

As such, I have absolutely no sympathy for her whining, and if she does it in my presence one more time, I am going to kick her ass from here to Ohio and back.

-- Anonymous, August 17, 2002

HeatherC, I'm a dork 'coz I figured I knew who all the Canadians were. Maybe the Montreal thing threw me off; it's like a whole foreign country over there.

Mayaroo, I was in one of those miserable "nothing sounds good, everything is too much effort" ruts just recently. I got out of it by thoroughly cleaning my condo. You mileage may vary.

Sarah, that sucks royal ass. What a thing to have to deal with. You have my sympathy.

As for me, I don't have much to bitch about, except that I had a fantastic weekend, and now it's over. Feh.

-- Anonymous, August 19, 2002