I have to say, I'm not looking forward to a) going into the smelly office again tomorrow and b) running out of pain meds early. No response today from the doc. And if he tells me to work less....there will be grump.

Smelly office without pain meds is reason enough for grump.

Hey ita, I'd love to try to pick up that tivo this weekend, if there's a good time for you. Some time when it won't increase the grump.

also because now I have to go pick it up myself just because the postal worker is being a lazy ass.

Gah. We have the worst mail carrier in the world. Twice in the past couple of years she's decided the mailboxes are "dangerous" and refused to deliver at all for a month or more. More recently, after two occasions when I had packages coming and found "attempted delivery" notices on the box on days when I was at home, then had the redeliver forms ignored for a week or so, I actually filed a complaint.

Now I've lost my mail key. The box is bulging it's so full. I've left notes on three separate days when I've been home asking her to ring the bell so I can come grab the shit. Yeah, not so much.

I'm getting a new key made, but I'm almost at the point of renting a box. I won't have packages delivered regardless. They'll all go to work from now on.

If I do get a box, I'll definitely be filing another complaint.

I can't use these pain meds at work anyway, because they make me loopy. But they don't work as long, so far, on the headaches I've brought home.

I need to reach some understanding with Dr. F over this. Construction on my floor is slated to go to the end of the year. And then there will be construction on the other floor where I spend time until March. My work days will be hard enough, but my evenings and weekends are going to be horrendous.

Saturday afternoon to transfer ownership of the TiVo?

oo brenda, I'd be fuming.

Saturday afternoon to transfer ownership of the TiVo?

Yes, that'd be great. Thanks, ita.

Hey does anyone know about the Instant Personalization setting on Facebook?

My dad has always been the kind of guy to insist that he's right no matter what, but it's getting even more annoying now that his memory is getting really bad. Mine isn't so hot, either, but I actually *can* remember the major details of my own life.

This is probably right, but I have what I think of as a good memory of my childhood, and I remember my mom telling me how much I loved Mickey Dolenz and me saying yeah, in The Monkees, but it turns out he was in a show called (I think) "Circus Boy" when he was a kid. This was apparently my favorite show and I loved him in it and said I was going to marry him many times. Also I threw tantrums if I missed even a second of it. I honestly do not remember even seeing this show. Not one image in my brain. So it's possible you liked dinosaurs when you were four or something.

OR it could be like my mom insisting I love orange juice when I have hated it all my life, which is an idea she will defend to the death.

My mother's main oopsie is "Oh, did I feed you hardboiled eggs? There's something I'm supposed to remember about that, right?"

IDGI.

I get sad sometimes at the thought that Isaac won't remember forever how much he loved spaceships and how he could name practically every rocket that was ever launched into space. Even now I am surprised by both the things they remember and the things they forget.

I feel your pain Brenda. I didn't order magazines for 6 years because of my former mail carrier.

If at this point my mother told me I liked anything (other than the dreaded egg) I'd believe her. Since I just realised I used to like to drabble, and that just happened.

I got holes up in here.