look at me still talking when there's science to do

tallin, last night just before bed: "Where's the coffee?"

Me: It's in the cupboard at -

Tallin: No, no. Not the new stuff, where's the jar of coffee? That was beside the coffeemaker?

Me: *eyes widening* THE BABYSITTER.

She cleaned the kitchen. Marvelous. She moved the coffee.

It was a frightening ten minutes until we found it, tucked away in a dark corner probably the furthest place it could be in the kitchen from the coffeemaker.

WAUGH, PEOPLE. YOU DO NOT MESS WITH THE COFFEE. CAFFEINE = SRS BZNS.

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Today I take the child to the DENTIST OH BOY.

And and AND I got the ship notification for the "Snow, Glass, Apples" BPAL with the Neil Gaiman chapbook NOMNOMNOM.

And! I did not get enough sleep! Because there was the coffee incident, and then walking across the room on the way to bed my ankle decided that walking was just NOT ON and quit, right there, and I bruised my breasts (no, really!) by falling into the edge of the sofa, and ... yeah.

It was one of those nights. Not in the Eagles-song sense.

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Clickies! Yes, have some:

the stonehenge clock. It has ROBOTS involved.

international dome house. Oh god, do I ever want this. It would be like living in SMURF VILLAGE ALL THE TIME.

From the most awesome and excellent takaal: the velveeta rabbit. love. <3 <3

From the far-more-talented-than-your-humble-servant yuki_onna: (OMG can she WRITE, seriously, I've lost track of the number of times I've told friends to READ HER BOOKS): How to sleep with a writer. Carefully, in one word. I agree.

haikujaguar is doing another One Card Draw. She is one of two people who I will do divination with (deyaniera is the other), largely because she is SO RIGHT ON. If you want a card, the best way is to kick some money into the tip jar. It's worth it.

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Seaners is petting the little muffin-top bit of skin at the top of my shorts. It's cute, but weird. Just like him.

Now he's humming and staying 'hi' in context and being offended on dad's behalf for those THINGS attacking his head (ie: headphones).

And again, paratransit sucks. AUGH.

Boring appointment with pain management guy. He approves of the new treatment regimen (lidoderm patches as needed + diclofenac (a popular European NSAID, one does feel on the cutting edge) 2x daily) and wants me to see Primary Care Guy so I can take something for the damage which will inevitably be caused to my stomach by the pain medication. Plus I have to get blood work done every few months to make sure the whole bloody lot of this isn't slowly killing me. Look! An Outbreak of Medical Care! Awesome!

He wants to see me in two months - after I see the rehab guy, who I'm seeing next week - and approves of the spinal surgery thing or something similar. So we'll see what Rehab Guy says next week.

Whole Foods: Still full of Pretentious Nannies and Mommies, still overpriced, but they have a more reliable supply of glutenfree bread than TJ's does.

Am happy recipient of package! From tsuki_no_bara, who is made of win and awesome. (Seaners totally approves of the CDs, by the way, and so do I. He is Rocking Out in a very serious way (there is much jumping, bouncing, laughing and stimming.) Haven't tried the cookies yet, am hiding them from kid until after his bedtime: they have wheat in them, which is fine, more for me! THANK YOU SO MUCH, honey.)

Think kid may also have dairy sensitivity as well as gluten problem (and indeed think that dairy sensitivity may be worse than gluten problem). Totally forgot that he had to be on soy formula as wee baby because of dairy sensitivity then. Feel vaguely like lousy mother because of this. *laugh*

Apartment: disgusting disaster due to child being home on weekend. Hate cleaning, yes precious. Ankle feels like pain and death: can't put another patch on it for a while (they have to be 12 hours on, 12 hours off) so I'm just resting it.

Am trying to get good picture of cat playing with packing peanuts. No success as yet. Have several pictures of cat's butt though. Cat is obviously typical cat in that respect.