sundries

- One week doctor's check for my mom went fine. She meets with the oncologist November 5 to discuss what's next. More on the rest of the family drama later.

- Pumpkins in central park tomorrow then we're off to the OTW party. Sunday, a screening of Dan in Real Life. All else is work and laundry.

- Heard I would hear from Philcon two nights ago. Have heard nothing. Debating how motivated I am to care.

- I'm so used to and comfortable with the formal presentation/paper submission process for HP stuff. Getting on programming at more generalized cons isn't as comfy for me, as it feels less structured/formal.

- My foot is getting better. Too bad I now have a glass splinter in my other foot.

- The cats, they are fat.

- The Patty, she is warm. The living room, not so much. Did the dark of the year really used to be my favorite? What the hell was I thinking?

- I have gluten free donuts.

- Leaky Lounge finally froze all the appalling Dumbledore gay-debate threads, much to my relief, despite the fact that yes, I was helping to keep them going.

- My most mundane job is full of scandal today. Harassment! International intrgue!

- I feel okay today. Better than I have in a week, possibly two. So many I'm getting my whatever back. I'm looking forward to cleaning the house and just being present this weekend.

- So I sent my lease renewal in CERTIFIED MAIL and the post office says they got it, and they say they didn't get it, so Megan and I have to go over there in a bit to sign the lease and give them the added security. Class A annoying, but at least I got the bill for next months rent and the lease is getting renewed and all that, but the hell?

- Sometimes I feel like I never had a childhood, as I have no friends left from it and haven't since almost immediately after it was over. I don't think about it often, but when I do, I realize it's a thing that plagues me. To be an only child is often to live a life entirely free of confirmation of your own history. My nature has compounded that, and I've behaved badly recently and in the past because of it. I suppose most of us actually do most things because of a fear that we will have never existed otherwise, but oh, I wish it was not so obvious to me.

- Dreading the time change.

- This is long.

explain this one

A story in which while I don't exercise the best judgement, I am not the crazy one:

I'm on line at the Duane Reade.

A woman cuts in front of me to ask a price on something. Rude, but whatever. The guy checks her prices and then she says "okay, I'll take the green one" and he proceeds to ring her up.

At which point I say to him, "hey, doesn't my being on line count for something?"

He says sorry, sullenly, and I'm like whatever, I can shop elsewhere. Of course though, it's not that easy up here, so I get off his line and go to the other register. As the woman walks by me I say, "Rude."

At which point, she whirls on me, points in my face and starts shrieking about how she didn't do nothing to me and how dare I even talk to her.

I take a step back. "You cut in front of me, and it was rude. I didn't go attacking you and you don't need to go attacking me."

She closes. And at this point I'm not talking, I'm just trying to stay safe.

This continues through the front of the store.

You would thinkk someone might intervene at this point.

But no.

I put my things down in time to get shoved, and thank Christ for fencing I know how to put arms coming my way out of my way without punching or grabbing or really using my hands at all or doing anything else that could be taken as an assualt.

ANYWAY. Eventually I jogged it over to the supermarket waaaaay watching my back.

I'm fine. Shaken up. Still need shampoo.

CAN THE MERCURY RETROGRADE END NOW PLEASE?