I almost feel bad for Christie. Almost.

Everything is bullshit and I want to play some video games, y'all.

(The preceding outburst was brought to you by a weird vestibular migraine [lots of dizziness and brain fog; no head pain] and SUPER jackass authors.)

(I mean old-school video games, BTW. We have a barcade in my neighborhood and I want to play some Frogger.)

I was fairly proud that I understood everything except "recojer". Also, the Spanish word for hamsters is "hamsters."

They're from South America, hamsters, aren't they?

Frogger sounds fun.

Poor Walter. I forgot my badge this morning, and I ran home on my lunch break to get it. W as fast asleep when I got there but woke up in time to stand forlornly at the door when I left without him. Tough being the dog.

So, are you going to get them??

Actually, the texter was the person who wanted to come pick up my (imaginary) hamsters.

I was fairly proud that I understood everything except "recojer".

I would also be proud of that level of comprehension.

Also, the Spanish word for hamsters is "hamsters."

Noted.

I did wonder about your level of fluency, that you understood a word as random as hamster. Now we know.

Actually, the texter was the person who wanted to come pick up my (imaginary) hamsters.

OK, maybe don't send them your address, I guess.

Dana, don't hoard the hamsters.

I am failing SO HARD at empathy right now. But I am winning at filter between my brain and mouth/hands.

I mentioned last week that the daughter of Tim's ex had passed away from a drug overdose. There's a memorial service tomorrow here in Cincy, because Tim's ex has a lot of close ties here. Tim and I offered to help out however we could.

Since I work from home, wrangling this has fallen to me, which is fine [she said, long-sufferingly]. So the ex's best friend (who I know as a very casual acquaintance) has been FB messaging me about arranging "a place for people to meet." That's all the info. So I ask, do you mean after the service? Two days pass and she replies "Yes." So I tell her about the restaurants that are near the church. Two days pass, and today she messages me with just the name of one restaurant. So I say, "I can call the restaurant and see if we can reserve one of the private rooms [NOTE: with less than 24 hours' notice], but it would help to give them an estimate of headcount. Also, what time? 3:00?"

She replies "3:30."

I STILL NEED A HEADCOUNT OH MY GOD CAN YOU READ.

I get that Tim's ex is her best friend, and she's grieving the loss along with everyone else. But I can't follow through on the proffered help if you don't give me some goddamn details.

I guess I'm just going to call the restaurant, ask about the private room, and make up a headcount and hope for the best.

Seriously, my heart goes out to them. It's a huge loss. But I can only help to the degree that you provide me with what I need in order to help.

Also, ex's best friend is from Cincinnati (and currently lives here), so I don't know why finding a restaurant is impossible for her, but, again, she's grieving and I get that, but I'm a little frazzled and migrainey and eating ice cream straight from the carton right now.