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Mail reader is mostly de-borked. Now I just have to figure out how to get at all those old archives to see if there was anything important in there.

My address book does not appear to be rescuable. If I should have your email can you post it here for me? All responses are screened. (Or I can just go with my default, which is messaging you on FB or using the address listed on your LJ profile.)

welcome to hell. here's your accordian

Turns out two weeks of vacation was exactly what I needed. Just the right amount of going-out-doing-stuff, sleeping-in and lounging-around-like-a-lizard. I came home energized, happy and feeling great.

Two days after getting home I am tired & dizzy.

Houston, we have a problem.

In fact, there might be two problems. One of them is the fact that I had to make about six attempts to spell "Houston".

Of course, the majority of said tired is because I stayed up late two nights in a row cleaning the kitchen. We had a major ant invasion on Sunday night so every single thing got scrubbed and the entire floor mopped and bleached. It was bizarre, I walked into the kitchen to make lunch and no ants. Four hours later I walk into the kitchen again and the place was covered. And I got bit a bunch of times. I've honestly never been bitten by an ant before but these little fuckers were after meat. Any inter-species tolerance was immediately purged with fire after that.

One of these days I will figure out how Axel so often manages to be not home when this stuff happens. I swear the man has a gift.

and another thing

Somebody put gum on the back of my work monitor while I was away.


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Who does that?