I am under a work deadline. It is big and hairy and finishing it feels sort of like fighting Grendel and his mother. There you are, all exhausted and panting in the mead hall, and whoops, time to go again. It is eating my brain. My brain should learn that mead halls are not safe ( Read more... )

( medical goo and gish )

I had my initial consult with the plastic surgeon today.
( details within, possible medical squicks )

This Salon article about bra-fitting is so right ( Read more... )

I am vexed I either lost or never made about 4 of the blocks I need for K's quilt (not Kay, she gets tropical fish, K gets a forest at sunset). So instead of the satisfying assembly part, I am still stuck at creating blocks. And really, I'm morally certain I made those blocks and then lost them. Gah ( Read more... )

I'm going to throw this damn bra away. I keep forgetting that it's too small for me, because it's new -- I bought it just after Christmas.

But my damn boobs are oozing out from under the underwire. Profoundly uncomfy, I assure you.