...is out, thankfully without any accreditation to me.
The next person I see in a Twins cap gets bitten. Unless it's a kid. I don't bite kids; it's one of my outstanding qualities...
...sometimes cleaning up my little wee home is like dancing with a Rube Goldberg machine.
Made a quick trip to HCMC Acute Psych. Services re: a possible med problem. Everything's fine.
I despise Google, and all it's squirmy offshoots.
Hoo-BOY, am I tired! Just walked too much over the last 3-4 days.
Rocky and I are cooling our jets while Raymond gives a reading.
I'm of two minds on what to do. Opening night I was supposed to talk to a reporter from Lavender Magazine about accessibility at the festival, when I was let go I called him up (after thrashing around about what to do) as a courtesy and let him know I wouldn't be at the festival, and he asked if I wanted to talk to him a little more about, but I told him I'd rather wait a while.
Long story short I'm not sure if I want to go that route. While part of me thinks it's really important to get more info about accessibility problems, and another part of my really wants to stick it to the useless clogs of dirt on the board (something I've found out in the meantime is that I'm not the first to have similar problems with these prople...), there's part of me that wants to let that ship sail.
And now I shall let that rest on the back burner for now.
STAYS there, dammit!
As of right now my ability to give a flying fuck is completely gone.