So I completely blew the interview yesterday – fell apart during the test. I solaced myself with beer and lobster afterwards, so thoroughly downcast was I, and my Lumosity score fell like a rock this morning subsequent to me having two beers, so, note to self – alcohol does make you demonstrably dumber, please avoid (yesterday’s score was one of my highest ever, so it seems germane to mention the difference). No I did no driving yesterday, for the safety minded among you.
The stye has come to its fruition and no longer hurts; it’s just making me look like Margot with the ludicrous amount of eye gunk it is producing (which is actually impacting my ability to see out of my left eye. Very glad it’s in my left eye, my right eye doesn’t produce enough tears so I’d be in a very sad way.)
Margot fell off some boxes in my closet and trapped herself in my clothes. I have never heard her make that much noise in that short a space – she really is getting more noisy, which means she’s just barely audible.
Amazing science / health news.
He only posted it yesterday and I’ve already set it to music. OH GOSH HOW I LOVE THIS POEM. Mind you I wrote the choon two days ago.
I love the show ER so much I want it to be in space. Yes, Trauma 3000, in which our fearless surgeons and internists rotate between a mother hospital on the ground and a microgravity trauma unit in orbit, including tours of duty with trauma units at the front lines of an alien war. And I want an alien social worker. I want it to be ER x Babylon 5 x Battlestar Galactica. w00t!~