I managed to swing an appointment at the Stanford Sleep Clinic for tomorrow morning. This is insanely awesome. They usually have months long waiting lists. Yay for benefiting from last minute cancellations.

Does this mean I need to burn something in sacrifice to the Appointment Gods? Or can I count that last batch of cookies that I burnt the other

When I was twelve or so, I had this necklace.  It was a pair of near skeletal hands holding a crystal ball.  It reminded me of Carolyn, the way her hands looked before she died.  I don't know if it was a healthy thing or not... if it could even be measured by that metric.  But it was associated with an incredibly painful period of time in my life ( Read more... )