Definite diagnosis and effective treatment wishes to Drew.

Very glad it was found early, Perkins, and I hope the treatment is fast, effective, and as easy as is possible.

H found me soy-based polish remover which is wonderfully rehydating and moisturizing to my nails and cuticles. It has no chemical smell, and comes either lightly mango-scented or unscented. It's called Wila Verde, and should be available in drugstores and the pharmacy section of department stores.

I just wish there was some way to magically transport you to the other side of all the treatments.

This this this.

I say "anyhoo" all the time. It's a tic I can't get rid of.

My gut feeling on the word "heteronormative" is that enforcement of traditional gender roles is at least in part about enforcement of heterosexuality, and so the etymology* is appropriate.

(*Please tell me I'm not the only one who Googles that word every time to make sure I've typed correctly the one that means language and not the one that means bugs?)

Emmett started high school yesterday

WHAT THE FUCK PASSAGE OF TIME????!!!!

Remember when he was in elementary school and hitting whiffle balls in the back yard while you were on the back porch?

I do! But mostly I remember Darth Tigger!!

And Drew, I hope you get a quick diagnosis with an easy treatment.

It's called Wila Verde, and should be available in drugstores and the pharmacy section of department stores.

Ooh, thanks Bev. Will look.

WHAT THE FUCK PASSAGE OF TIME????!!!!

RIGHT?!!

My stomach hurts. But I can't tell if it's muscles ow, swallowed lake water ow, just ate cereal ow, took ibuprofen ow, or shouldn't have tasted the beef stock beef ow. Regardless of the cause, I think I'm solving my "too early" problem by lying down for a while.

So the podcast script that I spent four precious work days overhauling to make it sassy enough to warrant the "trash talking" in the grant approved title has been deemed too irreverent and rude. This, after a go-ahead was given with half the script done in said trash-talking style to finish the second half. And, the disapproval of tone wasn't given until we were told, about 9 months after the beginning of the project, that each stop should be only 75 seconds long. So we spent another day trimming before being told to tone down the sass that was already at PG levels. And that this should have been ready by August 1st.

The ED doesn't know what she wants, and only can say that she doesn't like something, but won't specify what, exactly. She said she was "horrified" after reading the first stop, and didn't finish the rest of the script. So now we're doing an overhaul when she didn't even look at the other 11 stops.

I now feel the pain of anyone who writes for a living.

At the risk of sounding pretentious, one if the most important figures in American Literature, will probably never be recognized as such

I totally own my inadequacy on this.

I started feeling not so hot after lunch today, and I elected to stay at the office and get some work done rather than go to the department fun event, because half my team has been out all week. Boss wants to know why I wasn't there. If I get in trouble for not going to the fun event, I'm not going to be pleased.

Of course, now I'm starting to feel worse and I'm recalling that someone was talking about a stomach bug going around. Do not want norovirus.

So many, many things peeve me but the latest one that is driving me to despair is the "to be perfectly honest" or "to be quite frank" and any variant of. Just get to your frakking point, you verbal stammerer!

Ha. The head of our department says "to be honest with you" all the time. Although it's usually at the end of the statement.

I find myself saying, "I'm not gonna lie" kind of a lot.