*clings to internets while they're actually working*
So, my internet connection has gone completely to shit, and they can't fix it until Friday, which is, y'know, awesome. Except not. So if you're looking for me and I'm not around, I'm probably puttering around my apartment, randomly hollering at the computer to 'work, damn it, work!'
It's the last day of Spring Break (SIGH) and I am so not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It doesn't really feel like I got much of a break, since I was in rehearsals almost every single day. Ergh. Plus I have a bigassed project I have to finish before tomorrow so... yay. I feel sleepy just thinking about it.
The Academic Husband is doing fine now, after last week's scare. He had ... oh, I don't even know how to begin spelling this... an attack of diverticulitis, affecting his large intestine. They've done tests and they know that it's not anything horribly bad (after scaring me half to death in the ER). They're going to run some more tests in another week or so, once his system has calmed down. Poor boy had to go an entire week on nothing but clear fluids. That's a lot of Jell-o and broth for one person to eat.
Highlights included:
- Me accidentally buying diet Jell-o because I didn't read the label carefully enough (yeah, he's practically fasting, getting maybe a third of the daily recommended calories just for survival, and I buy the stuff with less calories. I am SMRT
- AH yelling at a box of chicken broth. "What do you MEAN only 40 calories in the entire box? DAMN YOU TO HADES, CHICKEN BROTH!"
- AH yelling at the television every time it showed a food commercial.
It was a pretty special week, all in.
It's the last day of Spring Break (SIGH) and I am so not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. It doesn't really feel like I got much of a break, since I was in rehearsals almost every single day. Ergh. Plus I have a bigassed project I have to finish before tomorrow so... yay. I feel sleepy just thinking about it.
The Academic Husband is doing fine now, after last week's scare. He had ... oh, I don't even know how to begin spelling this... an attack of diverticulitis, affecting his large intestine. They've done tests and they know that it's not anything horribly bad (after scaring me half to death in the ER). They're going to run some more tests in another week or so, once his system has calmed down. Poor boy had to go an entire week on nothing but clear fluids. That's a lot of Jell-o and broth for one person to eat.
Highlights included:
- Me accidentally buying diet Jell-o because I didn't read the label carefully enough (yeah, he's practically fasting, getting maybe a third of the daily recommended calories just for survival, and I buy the stuff with less calories. I am SMRT
- AH yelling at a box of chicken broth. "What do you MEAN only 40 calories in the entire box? DAMN YOU TO HADES, CHICKEN BROTH!"
- AH yelling at the television every time it showed a food commercial.
It was a pretty special week, all in.