Neela's back. And she's considering discontinuing her internship. Permanently. As in no Dr. Rasgothra ever. And of all the people she could have decided to talk to... she's picked me. I like Neela, don't get me wrong, but how many tries did it take to get me this far? I have got to be the worst person in the world for this. I'm not a mentor ( Read more... )

She's finally settled down. Damn Lydia... of all the weekends. Stomach flu her ass, too. She knew she'd snuck away for a weekend in Al's cottage. Lucky bitch thing. Abby's been wanting some time away, too, but not a chance in hell of getting it if people keep "coming down" with things ( Read more... )

Don't get me wrong. I love the apartment. It's beautiful--beats almost any place I've ever lived, and actually... I'd say it's right up there with living staying with you, Luka.

However. Logan bought two dogs. Puppies. They're huskies. One male, one female, named Shakura and Atira, and yes, I'm working on nicknames. They're adorable (I'm ( Read more... )

You are a RPIT--Reserved Practical Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Love GeekHeh heh -- you love geek! You are weirdly sexy. It doesn't take people a long time to get to know you, but people *think* it takes a long time, because you are as cool and regulated after a year as you are on a first meeting. You don't tend to date casually -- you just ( Read more... )

Done. Done done done. No more running into potentially dangerous situations--I can sit back and let them come to me. No more road food. No more Roger and Lyle. OK, I take that last part back. They were actually bearable by the end of the week. I'll be glad to be back on solid ground, though. I'll even do creepy old man sponge baths for you ( Read more... )

Look--I had ten free minutes and made a list of people who need to go away:

--Roger and Lyle. The Nightingale thing is officially property of Bodie alone because they're starting to piss me off with it.

--Realtors, and especially ones who call me at work. Logan, we have till the end of the month, and then she's gonna open it back up. We can ( Read more... )

Ridealongs suck. Seriously. I'd forgotten just how much. When you don't have to do them, they become sort of... mythic in their badness. Take everything we do in a typical night. Take away half our supplies, most of our staff and put us in a little room with wheels. Let me detail just a little bit of my day (or night, as it were) so you can ( Read more... )

Heh...

Anticipated path of Hurricane Charley over the next three days.

Ever considered that spelling, Charlie? And you can't be rampaging across the East Coast when you're trying to move house, hon. Go home--I'll take you to Disney World (Disney Land? Which one's in Florida?) some other time.

So ( Read more... )

this was left on Logan's pillow this morning when Abby left for work.

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