The wikipedia entry for sexual addiction is pretty interesting. Needless to say, there's professional dissent about whether or not it exists, or if it's related to OCD.

They don't say much about rehab.

The anti-nausea meds kicked in enough to make breakfast possible, although not pleasant. I can't think far enough ahead to lunch.

Data issues person has not replied to my email, and has put up "do not disturb" on their IM. Hrrmph. Big sticking point in what I need to take care of today.

I'm having Spaghettios for lunch. Sometimes you just need to hunch over a bowl of spaghettios and forget you're a responsible grown-up.

Someday I may have to have a can of Spaghettios w/ Franks.

Sometimes you just need to hunch over a bowl of spaghettios and forget you're a responsible grown-up.

This is me when I order the kids grilled cheese at Panera. Have never had spaghettios.

Not a fan of spaghettios, Beefaroni, now, that's a totally different story. Nom.

Someday I may have to have a can of Spaghettios w/ Franks.

I love those, even though they're gross.

Happy Birthday Beverly!

So, if sex rehab is sitting around not having sex, then I'm in sex rehab RIGHT NOW!

Me, too, AInFG!

Smonster, I just read about that bomb threat. I'm sort of at a loss as to what the threat-wielders thought would happen. The builder and property owners would give in, all construction would cease and the space would be turned into a woodchuck sanctuary? The bomb would go off and only wipe out the offending structure, the property owners would see the error of their ways, and the resulting space would be turned into a woodchuck sanctuary? 'Cause I don't know what reality's going to bring the would-be bombers, but I doubt woodchucks will be involved.

I didn't try spaghettios until college, maybe? Which is just as well, because it smells awfully close to canned catfood to me. And I haven't eaten catfood since I was a baby for good reason. I have the same reaction to canned stews.

I love canned raviolis and canned beef stew, but finding versions I can eat is hard. Which may be why I think they are so good, they're a very rare treat.

Oh you guys. Oh oh oh.

There is a company that I'm leaning towards for our EDMS (Electronic Doc Management System). I had to take this project over from someone else at our company who couldn't make it happen, for various reasons. The vendor knows about the switch, and has been pretty good to work with. But the sales person, who is an okay guy in general, is DRIVING ME NUTS. Constant emails, text, cell phone calls. I have been firm in my timeline and kept him abreast of what's going on with the decisions at work, etc. He's been good about sending me documentation and anything I request, and the product is checking out okay with references. But he tried to push me into visiting his vendor booth (he isn't at this conference, but his co. booth is), with a text. I didn't respond because I was in a session. And then he called and left a voicemail, which I got after the session. And then I received an email, where he tells me that he knows I'm busy so he went ahead and called [previous project manager] to try and schedule a meeting with him and his CEO who are flying out to the West Coast in two weeks.

So this morning, I am cc'd on email from him to [previous project manager] asking for a meeting, etc.

I hit "reply" thinking I am replying to my colleague, and instead I replied to the salesperson. An email in which I say I feel irritated and bombarded by the salesperson, and for my colleague not to reply to the salesperson; to leave it to me.

So, I had a heart racing few minutes dealing with that pickle.