I was an idiot and left the vicodin I'd intended to bring... it's sitting at home feeling smug, knowing it's escaped being swallowed for at least a few more hours. But! I have a cunning plan... see, if Caleb will drive it and some money for the bus down here, then I can take the bus home, so he still only has to come out here twice...

*wry grin* Yeah. Stretching it. But dammit, it HURTS, and I've been GOOD... why can't I make the pain stop?

On a completely unrelated note, I would like to mention that I am swearing off breakfast sausage for a while. I am strongly reminded of a song about Toronto, namely because one of the lines in this song is, roughly, "I don't want to go to Toronto! They don't have bagels in Toronto, they have donuts made of edible oil, everyone eats edible oil products in Toronto!" And let me tell you, the breakfast sausage in the cafeteria here are made of edible oil products if anything is. *shudder*

So I've spared a pig or two. Woohoo.

Anyway, thanx to all of you who have put stuff on my nifty scribbles box... and yes, Virginia, I will also be updating my links page. Stop emailing me about it. Please.

This is NOT to say I want the rest of you to stop! In fact, I could use more. I am trapped at work and email/diaryland/bizarre conversations are my only amusement... and I don't even have vicodin to make it better... help?

Ok, enough ranting for the moment. This is me, trying to be a techie again. *sigh*