Just general fake lesbianning, Amy, prompted by some lame stuff on TV.
LJ is randomly up and down for me.. Very frustrating.
As was my pain specialist. He's officially given up with me. Says there's nothing he can do, it's all up to the migraine specialists now.
For dessert, I made homemade lavender syrup and mixed it with sugar and sour cream, and it all went on top of angel food cake. Fear me.
As was my pain specialist. He's officially given up with me. Says there's nothing he can do, it's all up to the migraine specialists now.
This seems wrong. Perhaps you should contact Oliver Sacks? Or House?
After the house talk, I was looking at properties in New Orleans, which still seem expensive to me. Then I looked in Detroit. It must be bad there, because I could buy a house for, like $3,500. Someone needs to start an arts commune there or something.
For dessert, I made homemade lavender syrup and mixed it with sugar and sour cream, and it all went on top of angel food cake. Fear me.
Dana, apparently my invitation got lost in the mail. I will be at your house within the hour for dessert.
Grant-writing sounds disturbingly like proposal-writing, including the issue of spending hours and hours of staff time on something that very well may not pay off at all.
I was actually pretty good at that, but I didn't enjoy it much.
No word yet from the HR folks, although my boss came by to confirm that what had happened, had happened. He also stated that he'd never once seen a civilian hiring process go through smoothly. Joy.
I will call my HR person tomorrow: she is retiring at the end of August, and she swore she would get me re-hired before she left...
Dana, apparently my invitation got lost in the mail. I will be at your house within the hour for dessert.
Can you swing by and pick me up on the way, please?
Dana, apparently my invitation got lost in the mail. I will be at your house within the hour for dessert.
It's actually not hard at all, provided you have lavender.
Me too!
I need cake. . . and I have none.