Thanks for the tip about the pins, Tiki. Of course, it makes perfect sense. Now. I was right about your clue about the foot pressure--my machine has none. I did use pins on another long (50") straight seam last night. Dodged every one. In fact I didn't even remember to take them out until I hit one with the iron! Damn, this jacket is looking good. I'll clean up the album this morning.

As for your scrubbed canoe trip... won't your kids wake your housemate at the appropriate time? :rolleyes: Just kidding. Too bad about the canoing though...

That sucks Tik. Disappointing.

I ended up going downstairs and telling my housemate that I was leaving, and she got up. I brought my poor sick friend a bunch of get-well stuff, and watched him puke a few times, then I went out to the canoe launch and just goofed around and looked at turtles and took pictures, and then I got a call from another friend and went and hung out, and took my smallest daughter to a BBQ, so I had a pretty good day after all. :)

Plus, I have a line on a cute used kayak for cheap!

I would love to get a used canoe. (Kayaks are cool too, but I'm more comfortable when I can bend my knees -- and that means a bench seat.)

Too cool!

bwahahahahahaaa

It looks like the kayak is about to be mine! I call at 12:30 to make sure it's still available. It's a 3-year-old Liquidlogic Stingray, they retail for $700 and she's asking $200. Wish me luck!

Also, literally the day that I decide that I'm pretty happy with the status quo and I like my little platonic boyfriend and I like the potentially non-platonic guy I'm dating and MIGHT even someday consider the girlfriend word, I get a text from the ex-who-I'm-not-over... he wants to hang out this evening. I should say no, but hope springs eternal... at the very least, maybe I can give him his overdue birthday present and get my laptop back.

Orlistat makes my poo smell like cat poo.

Mildly irritating yesterday.

Went to 3 stores (CVS, Safeway, and CVS) looking for Peeps. All were sold out. Not gonna drive all around town looking for a store that still has them. Don't care enough. But seriously, it's still 6 days until Easter and the Peeps are already gone? wtf?

Good riddance.


On my current program, someone went and bought PAL cameras, instead of NTSC. wtf??

They even sell PAL cameras in Maryland? What for?

Naw, these are special order from a U.S. tech company. Not a consumer product.

Today: constant whining.

The Target in my area had bucketloads of them on sale. Try there?

I can't process this statement. It's in the same class as "Today: Earth rotates" or "Today: Gravity at work."

I told the ex-I'm-not-over that I don't want to see him anymore, and that I was wrong about being able to be friends.

Distressing, but probably the best thing you could have done, Tiki,

It is... I hate it, but I'll get over it.

Tomorrow (OK, today, it's after midnight) my office is closed for Good Friday.

I'm going in anyway... it was the best time to have our PBX vendor run some updates on our phone system. Only a couple or three hours, but somebody has to babysit the place while non-employees are there, and it's possible they'll need technical info from me.

[Bonus mildly annoying, or perhaps WTF. I announced the outage to all employees via email earlier this week. I got several replies to the tune of "I don't think it'll be a problem, because we're closed on Friday." Umm... thanks for the support... you do realize I scheduled it for an off day on purpose, right?]

I can't process this statement. You forgot to raise your sarcasm flag. Theirs is not to understand why, theirs is to do and cry.

I dropped my sugar bowl. It shattered on the kitchen floor and sugar went EVERYWHERE.

I seem to drop things a lot lately.

You're so right. :o

I'm bored, a bit hungry, and a bit hungover. More just tired hungover than sick hungover.

Or, not do and cry.

The guy who runs the cafe near my office said something cool today. (He's always giving me discounts on coffee, the scamp.) I had said that the place was my little utopia in the middle of hell. We were laughing, he is always joking with people. He said "I have fun no matter what I'm doing." I replied that I find that refreshing and he said "You know, I was in the hospital when I was 19 and lost my leg. I realized then that life is what you make it. You can sit around and boo-hoo or get on with it."

What a great and inspiring attitude he has: something I need to remember in my boo-hoo moments.

No shit, you ƒuckin' crybaby.

Bite me, crazy ass mudderplucker.

And I pale by many comparisons.

What WERE they thinking?

{{{{{{{Tiki}}}}}}} I hope things start looking up for you very soon.

Thanks. :)

I have all these fears about not being able to fall in love with anyone else, ever, or of never finding anyone who works as well with me as he does. Did. Could have. Whatever.

I know they're irrational, but they still bother me.

I understand. Trust me. ;)

I know it's hard right now, but it will get better. You may never completely lose the love you have for this person, and that is not necessarily a bad thing, but you will be able to love again when the right person comes along.

My arms are all scratched up. But on the plus side, almost all of the 16 strings of winter festive lights are now unwound from the tree in the front yard.

My housemate doesn't like to clean out her lunch containers and often stockpiles them in a mystery place until they're good and moldy. Then she cleans them all out at once and runs them through the dishwasher. Although the containers, which are mine, are glass, the smell and taste of mold never comes out of the plastic lids, so if you are unwary and store anything in them, it will taste like mold within 24 hours.

The result of this is that my tuna-fish sandwich tastes strongly of mold. :(

Mmmm....mouldy...:P

Geez Tiki. I would have to have a good talk with her about that. There are some things a roomie should not have to deal with, and this is one of them.

Too true.

I feel a little barfy now, but I know it's purely psychological, since the lid was technically sterile.

I have since thrown it away, and now have a nice 1-quart glass bowl. I wonder if I can get replacement lids?

You should make her replace them, since it's her fault. I know I would.

Thanks Sugarpop, but this is actually not a thing that bothers me that much... I just need to be more careful about sniffing the lids before I use them! I will eventually just go ahead and get new containers. Trust me, there are other things that are much worse... like the cat-pee-scented squalor in the basement. :lol:

Let me just say, my housemate is an incredibly beautiful, highly intelligent, remarkably talented and VERY ECCENTRIC young woman.

The cop shooting range is within earshot; I'm not that close to it but noise travels especially on a river. On the nice weekends, I get to hear "bang, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..." all day long.

Why can't they get a noise wall like they have on the interstates so people living nearby can have some peace and quiet?

I have a cop shooting range directly across from my house. When it bothers me (which is rarely), I grab some weapons and join them.

The WTF about this one is that it is inside the city limits. Imagine that. This area is sparsely populated, however.

In my city, cop shooting is illegal.

Then move.

Seems like I am always about 7 pages behind in my cellar new post reading. I'll never catch up.

:lol: We're really progressive. Not.

my comp is in for repair. Easter bastarding weekend. Won't get it back til Tuesday.

Looks like might need a new hard disc. Fortunately, and the reason this is in the irritated thread rather than the pissed off thread...looks like they can save the data...as in 4000 words of my dissertation, and all my dissertation notes.

Much of it was backed up on my uni M drive. But I can't access desktop anywhere on this laptop, and even if I could, I havent backed up data since I was at 1900 words...some of the notes were backed up, some not.

Anyway. bit of a pisser.

Eek. Glad they can save your dissertation.

:lol2:

Oh brilliant. just fecking brilliant. My laptop powerpack has blown. I have about an hour's worth of power on this thing....and a whole day of work to do. I am going to have to print off whta I have so far before it dies and then move onto writing by hand in a note book. How bloody annoying. I can't write half so fluidly by hand. For fuck sake. I am cursed. I have like 6 days to get the first draft finished and could really do without this bullshit.


*sighs*

Won't be able to get my comp back until Wednesday. It'll be ready tomorrow, but i don't get paid til Weds, to cover the repair charge.

Grrrr.

Spam getting past gmail. Gmail is really good at filtering spam, but once in a while some clever spam-monkey figures out a new way to get past the filters.

Wow really? I've had my gmail account for 5 years or so and have never had a spam email make it to my inbox. I usually get 3-4 a day in the spam folder. Today I had 18. Thought that was odd.

i forgot my belt!

There was a misunderstanding between me talking to H about my prescription, who talked to J, who faxed it through to my GP, who signed it off and printed it out.

I wanted Citalopram and Trazadone.
Last prescription for Citalopram was for 14 tablets. This one was for only 7 (why?)
Last prescription for Trazadone was for 50mg daily - I asked for an increase and was told I could get one. I got 50mg again, and only 7 tablets.

I also got vitamin B tablets FOR THREE MONTHS?! despite understanding that I only needed them while I was officially on detox. Three weeks since I last touched alcohol suggests to me that my body is probably into recovery right now.

And I can't get an appointment with my own GP until Tueday week.
So I have to call up and go through it all with a receptionist Monday morning, in order to get an appointment with another GP, then go through it all with him/ her.

I should have checked there and then, but I had to wait 15 minutes because they'd lost the first script somewhere between it being signed and me turning up, so I was already stressed just because things weren't going to plan. I didn't check til after I got home from the pharmacy - directly opposite the doctors - and by then the practice was shut.

It sounds silly, but these sort of things make me really anxious.

Why do they only give you scripts for only a week at a time??? It just doesn't sound practical.

Having had a chance to think it through while I was typing that up, I think it might be something to do with budgets.

The first Trazodone was written on a script from the centre I was at.
I think they expected me to go to my GP to continue with it.
But although I showed my GP the script that day, I hadn't yet had it filled, so obviously she didn't need to prescribe me more.
No-one told me that I needed to see my GP for a continuation of the medication, I assumed the psychiatrist at the centre would see me again before discharge.

So I think the new instructions were based on what the centre had on file for me previously. And although it was being issued by the GP practice (who usually supply things on a monthly basis) they adhered to the amounts specified.

I'll sort it out Monday. I'm just grumpy because joined up healthcare for people with complex needs (me, apparently) is supposed to stop the patient having to do this.

Gawd I cannot take trazadone. It gives me horrific nightmares.

I have to take it, I will not sleep without it. I might doze off but then wake up around 2am feeling like I have a live wire plugged into me and wont get back to sleep. I rarely remember my dreams on it.

the dog

I take ambien, along with other natural teatments, like valarian, melatonin or tryptophan. I'm not taking ambien right now. I have to stop every now and then because it stops working.

If you're going to use a damned robocaller, use one that's smart enough not to spout 90% of your message at my voice mail greeting, leaving nothing but your phone number after the beep.