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oh fuck me gently I am up way too early for my own good.
So early Thursday morning (about 1-2am) I went to bed and trains had blown up in Madrid. They said something like 60 people were dead, and 100 or so injured when the first reports went out.
I went to bed. I woke up and on npr around 7am the death toll was at 175 and the injured 600.
Then I leave work, and hear the news again....nearly 200 dead and 1400 injured.

This did not bode well.
The one thing that qualified as irritating was noticing on cnn when the first reports came in, the London Bureau was discussing the Basque Separatist movement and a yahoo from America kept saying "Al Quaeda".

....

Now I go to work, I then run errands, and then I go to the doctors. My life is one big ball of fun.

Here have some art to look at.

Small people.

I went to work. Which was dull.
I ran some errands. Which was alright.
I then went to the doctor and I was right on the mark. I have a really nasty kidney/bladder infection. So I acquired some antibiotics. Yay for me. I also got some cranberry juice. Because a girl can't get enough fun in her life.
I also bought some samoas. I feel better.

After all that poopiness. I spent the afternoon/evening with Ariana and her little son. He is a real ham. At the age of one he charms the hell out of every damn women that comes in his vicinity. He was also one of the most patient babies in the world. He followed us as we made him try on clothes, while we looked at clothes ourselves and everything.
I think he earned his chicken strips.
It was hilarious to have him over and play with all of the remotes like they were cell phones. He also drooled all over the sofa (hopefully it will dry by the time Mr. Jenner comes home) and he found he likes banging blocks together. He is a laugh riot.

I may lay down and try not to move too much.
Babies are nice people to have when your body hurts.

Another meeting of the mutual admiration society. Pay dues and compliments here. No cutting in line.

YOUR TASK: (Stolen from cogshiftingman)

"Say you were introducing me to a new person - blind date, new friend, family member, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person I am, but you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to ponder over. What would you put in the box? No cheating - you're not allowed to include things such as links to your livejournal or mine."

(There is no apparent restriction on the size of the box.)

Right now my pink bathrobe and cranberry juice are offering much comfort.

Jazz club.....grrrrrrrrrrreaaaaaat

I finally had a coherent conversation with my boyfriend today.
Which was nice.