Postcard from the Edge

Actually, the title has nothing to do with anything, but then again, neither does this entry. Friday was supposed to be my “easy” day at work. The shifts end early Fridays right now, so I should be able to leave early myself. It didn’t work out that way. Instead of leaving around 3:30, I didn’t…

… that I didn’t feel like wasting time on the computer over the weekend. Do you know the feeling of having been really sick for days, and then waking up one morning and not feeling sick? That feeling of “healthy never felt so good”? Well, that was me, Saturday morning. I woke up, and I…

There’s a support request 1215048131 addressing the problem you described to me. I had to switch from hotmail to gmail because hotmail kept screwing up deardiary’s notices – apparently hotmail has gotten the peculiar notion that deardiary is a spammer. That’s where all your notices have gone to, anyhow. As for your other issues, I’ve…

It’s 2:14 and I’m not asleep.

The Professor, in an effort to keep the Enemy at bay, removed Kitten from Hell from her yowling position outside the bedroom door in the wee hours of this morning and banished her to the bathroom (the last bastion of kitten-proof territory). This is what awaited me when I arose and headed for the head…

So I took my cat to a veterinary dermatologist because it had bald spots and was shedding hair all over the place. I asked the vet if the cat would would get better, but she said she didn’t want to make any rash promises. Satan’s Little Fart Cloud has yet to figure out that she…