I need a full body heating pad. Or enough motivation to ignore my achy body and run the errands I need to do.

If I forgot to put my yogurt in the work fridge this morning, how bad an idea would it be to eat it now that it's been sitting out for eight hours?

A little soupy, but otherwise fine.

Bleargh. I think I just went through a hazing ritual -- my boss got all excited about a weird case he's being asked to talk about and made me watch the surgery. It was definitely way more strange and fascinating than gross, but the gross was definitely there in abundance as well. And he kept asking me if I needed a chair or if I was going to faint, and I could totally see him giving me little gold stars every time I said nope, I was okay.

Still, bleargh. Right now I'm so tremendously glad to be a vegetarian, I can't even say (it was still bleargh, but at least I don't have to worry about flashbacks every time I sit down to eat for the next few weeks -- there's absolutely no food I eat that, even in its rawest raw stage, remotely resembles anything I spent the last...uhhh...37 minutes watching).

I need a full body heating pad.

Those exist. Heated mattress pad. Worth its weight in GOLD.

Unrelatedly -- Kate! I have to e-mail you back! I will do that this weekend, but the short answer is: YAY! And more or less wide open except for Friday night.

Laundry started per -t, now moving on to dining room table per Scola. Thank you.

I was just flipping through my browser windows and came upon this and could not work out why I would have clicked on that.

Now that I've calmed down, I'm still not entirely sure what I did, what I was thinking, to start loading that and then click away...

He's incredibly ready with the overshare about drunken binges and shit like that.

There's a group from another department that sit near my desk. They're sales, and therefore loud, and I often find their personal conversations shockingly unprofessional. Yes, this is what makes me clutch my pearls, not the sex tape stills I had to look at this morning.

Thanks, brenda. I have consumed yogurt. It tasted fine, but yeah, texture-wise, not my favorite.

Kate! I have to e-mail you back! I will do that this weekend, but the short answer is: YAY! And more or less wide open except for Friday night.

Woot! We probably won't be up for much on Friday night anyway; I'm guessing we'll stop somewhere along the way for dinner and then just head to the hotel when we get into Cincinnati. But yay for seeing you sometime Saturday or Sunday!

I was just flipping through my browser windows and came upon this and could not work out why I would have clicked on that.

You don't even KNOW -- I have a friend who is getting that link RIGHT NOW.

t edit And...done.