I think it's appropriate to task your diazapam with helping with your muscle spasms.

I take tramadol on a regular basis. It's pretty good, but when I first started I could only take half a pill unless I wanted to fall asleep.

And slans have golden .. tendrils? something like that ... in their hair. So - when we evolve to the next stage, can we all get golden streaks in our hair? nifty

I am sad that the Mongolian pork from last night's delivery is almost done. Maybe I should drive up the the Bulgarian place and get takeaway. No on will ever do Bulgarian with me. It's damned tasty food.

Or I could go, and sit there and read! A book!

That's kind of scary.

So - when we evolve to the next stage, can we all get golden streaks in our hair? nifty

I refuse to evolve to the next stage unless I get fangs and pyrokinesis. I have a list of things that I need to cause to burst into flames with the power of my mind.

Went to a talk on climate change denialism by Eugenie Scott. She's the coolest person in the building. I will never be that cool/smart. Later, I will attend Penn and Teller's Rock n' Roll, Doughnuts, and Bacon party. I will return with a full report. And possibly drunk.

Steph, my gut is so much better, which is due in great part to your advice.

Jilli, I got the card for the woman who does all the steampunk jewelry: [link]

Timelies all!

I first read about Dawkins' GenderFail on Shakesville, so it's interesting hearing Buffistas' perspective. (Of course, Dawkins would consider me delusional and/or stupid because I'm not an atheist. :shrug:)

Jilli, I got the card for the woman who does all the steampunk jewelry: [link]

Oooh, nice!

I went to Trader Joe's. It's opening day. Lines? Out to MARS.

I estimate that fire code was violated -- there must have been 500 people there. Seriously.

I could barely LOOK at products, people were just standing around chatting, like it was a cocktail party, and I refused to stand in line for an hour.

That makes a kind of sense, but I would think a muscle relaxer like the awesome Flexiril would be better.

And yet, when I took Flexeril for my back, it did NOTHING for me. Diazepam is my precious. And you know, you can't say that to a doctor, because they will think you are a junkie. Nay, I say, I simply love shit that does what I need it to do.

Erin, are you mad, going to a TJ's on opening day?! I drove past the new Whole Foods here on opening day and was astounded at the sheer volume of people trying to get in. They actually had a traffic cop in the parking lot! And we've had a Whole Foods in town for years; that was just a new location! Unreal.

Steph, my gut is so much better, which is due in great part to your advice.

That is excellent! I am so glad to hear that.