The main reason I don't sign up for Ancestry is I'm less than an hour from the main genealogical library of the LDS church and I can dig around in the records for myself. Also, I'm cheap. Also again, I don't like the way they're making money off of other people's labor. But their corporate headquarters are just down the hill from where I work. I am often tempted however, and if I come up with the energy to do enough work online to justify the cost, I may grit my teeth and sign up.

No one ever wonders if they're related to me. They either know for sure, or they can't work it out. My family's clear like that. Naming conventions are helpful.

If I had these sheets, I'd start having casual sex in my home, I swear. Can you imagine how cool that would be???

Too 'spensive.

Terrifying, ita. And not conducive (for me) for getting it on.

Batman sheets are not enough of a litmus test.

I forgot to claim something from my Jetta! My McGill license plate holder. I gotta get that replaced. Problem is, I'm tempted to get a Batman holder for the front.

Oh, I feel for both you and K. See: waiting 36 hours with a fucked cornea. And now I think the last round of antibiotics didn't kill off the ear infection completely. It's not going ballistic, it's just a constant itchy weirdness that is more than swim ear. And how long have I waited? And how much longer will I wait? At this point, I need to move beyond Target's clinics (only $30 for me plus $4 abs) and maybe even beyond Patient First style clinics to a GP. But that's an even longer wait. Feh.

I like those sheets in theory, but I think I'd get all disturbed when the dog napped on them during the day.

I get it. But if you are in pain and it means you can't sleep, FIX IT. Especially since we have health insurance.

Is FB being weird for anyone else? Like not showing me thing I posted and it keeps telling me I have a message, but I don't.

I don't know about K, but there is a certain level of "maybe it'll go away" or " I can't deal with anyfuckingthing right now" (which is why I told Brian he might have a key but I wasn't undoing the safeties when he got insistent about taking me to the ER.) I could sleep, however, though after I drank a lot (probably not advised.)

I'm a poor patient. Most of the time I'm in flight, flight from my reality of pain. I really can't calibrate the pain until it is resolved. Both with the need for a root canal and this stupid scrape, I don't think I realized how incapacitated by pain and how fucking much I hurt until the pain stopped. And then I was pretty much "WTF were you thinking trying to power through that, you stupid idiot?" I have cleaned house and raked leaves, weeping uncontrollably. I have toured the Inner Harbor, weeping in between slushies. WHY?

Maybe denial? I don't know.

Maybe?

Of course, now K says, "I would have gone to urgent care. I thought you wanted me to go to the minute clinic."

No. I offered it as option for your impatient self. Sigh.