So what are people doing this weekend?

trying to forget this conversation?

I am doing nothing this weekend, I think.

And I'm still trying to work out how not to go to this after-work drinks thing. I HAVE NO SPOONS. God, people.

Timelies all!

Tomorrow we have to bring the cats to the vet for their annual checkup, which means trying to catch Luna to put her in the carrier.(Nova is much easier to deal with, as she likes being picked up.) Also, I will find a Sprint store to see what can be done for/about my phone with the broken hinge.

Sunday I'm gonna bring the car to Jiffy Lube, then I will hit the comic book store.

I'm going to try to go to the Eat Real festival , and maybe get the yard slightly more tidied up while it is neither oppressively hot nor raining. Right now I feel like sleeping for approximately forever, so we'll see if any of that actually comes to pass.

Thank you Matt and Steph- I have family history, but no one in my family was diagnosed before age 64. Of course my grandmother was diagnosed because she collapsed in a shopping mall, and my uncle because he lost the sight in one of his eyes, so perhaps they had it younger and had less vigilent doctors? So, I understand why I am being tested, but the caramel latte was really sweet.

This weekend I am laying about airing out my rash (I fell 100% better naked, and then am going to a weird family party on Sunday. I am hoping my rash clears up a bit by then, because I am not sure I can face an outdoor meal with my family while wanted to tear my clothes off.

I'm going to try to go to the Eat Real festival

I knew I was forgetting something! I might go if I have time, but it is not looking likely.

This weekend I am going to try not to Take All The Ativan because of my stressy tenant news.

Also, I'm going to a fundraiser/auction at the beer bar we go to tomorrow. Drinking beer for the Gulf Coast! That might serve the same purpose as the Ativan.

So what are people doing this weekend?

Tomorrow I have a dentist's appointment, and then I am meeting a friend of mine from high school I haven't seen since graduation for sushi, and then I am seeing a friend of mine from a rival high school I haven't seen since those days either (although she's been in SF for at least a year by now, I think). Sunday, I'm working on my cancer pharmacology handout.

Oh, look, I hate everyone again. My god, what is with humanity?

Or, you know, me.

I am celebrating my daughter's SEVENTH birthday. Presents look like they will be clothes and books; it must be all downhill from six.