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Woke up this morning, thought I was gonna die. Puke, die, I'm really not sure at this point. Was really worried I'd caught whatever bug seemed to be flying around the store last week but instead it was apparently just the joy of coughing so much that my system decided, "screw this, we're gonna threaten you with your least favorite thing ever until you STOP."

Annnd then I stopped, took some meds, and tried not to feel worse until I felt better. It kinda worked. Then I took some more pills and felt even better so I ate something and for about five minutes nothing hurt and everything was Avengers, still. Now I'm back to feeling okay. Not great but okay. I'm also probably about at the time I should re-up the meds. Woo. If I didn't have the threat of moving overhead, I could afford to go to the doc, but I do so I can't and we hope this slow but steady progression towards better speeds up or, at the very least, continues.

Perhaps, at this rate, I will be better by June.

I am grateful that I don't feel worse, though, so I don't want the universe laughing too hard at me.


Yesterday was Mother's Day and it was a strange mix of things, really. I woke up after about two hours of sleep after work due to coughing, so then I decided I'd put my sunscreen on because Widget was sure to assault me and demand pool time since he'd done so the last four days.

I couldn't find the sunscreen. I tore my room apart looking for it. Eventually I hobbled downstairs and found it fairly quickly on the table. Decided it was soup time. Soup was nasty and I cried a bit because why have you forsaken me, chicken noodle? :(

Widget finally awoke and ate something and then he went to check the pool. No one there? Fine, I'll take you. Scampered upstairs and used the new sunscreen and found it really easy to put on and it lacked the funky sunscreen smell. Took Widge to the pool where the sun came out from behind the clouds and it was actually very, very nice. Alas, Widget decided after ten minutes he was done. WTF, man.

No solo swimming, so I made him sit around on the chairs til I was done because dammit, I wasn't ready to go home yet.

Then he locked me out and was generally a butt. Meh. Took my shower and felt better than I had in ages. Wandered downstairs, gave Mums her gift and made her a sammich and then...

Then the damn power went out. The "storm" was nothing more than drizzle over here, if it was even that. Luckily my phone charges really fast when not using the USB port, so it was charged and I could call SCE&G to tell them. Had to talk to a person so that was weird as they normally go automated and tell you WHY the power is down. Nothing aside from, "If you see any downed powerlines, don't go near them." Look, I'm sure I sound young on the phone and you have to tell everyone that, but I assure you that my first reaction to seeing downed powerlines is not "ooh, pretty" and is more, "RUN AWAY and call 911!"

I fall asleep because I was pretty tired (see the whole being sick thing PLUS the swimming) and woke up a little less than two hours later. It's hot as hell because the sun has given up all pretense of hiding and is now baking my room. I wander downstairs where it is blessedly cool but still powerless. I check SCE&G's site and they claim there are 54 people without power. Widget appears and says the people across the parking lot have power. Uh. Huh.

Another hour passes and we decide food is going to be needed, so the boy is sent for it. I figure as soon as he leaves the power will be back on because that was the ETA for it. It's getting darker now and we might need the candles after all. Crap on toast.

Check again, power ain't supposed to be back til 9pm now. Uncool. Literally. Around 8:15, the SCE&G guys pull up, hop out of their truck and I swear, they flipped a switch or something because five seconds after getting out of the truck, bam. Lights.

Checked the computer (because) and fell asleep.

*yawn* I think it might be nap time again because the rage over stupidity in the AG fandom has finally subsided.

Which is a bit of a shame because it helped me feel better for awhile.

Stupid A: Sam on the AG Collectors Board. As a whole, the board there has kinda been meh since the leaks for the 50's doll and Mia's prototypes finally being shared. Sam though, keeps stepping on other people's toes and isn't banned for reasons I don't fully understand but I suspect it's because every board needs a jackhole and he's filling the slot nicely. I swear, every other post by this tool makes me want to hit him with a shovel.

Stupid B: Someone at an AG store witnessed a bit of a WTF moment.
Little AA girl picks out her first doll, Rebecca, and is in line to buy her. Since little girl picked out the doll and is paying with part of her own money, I assume that little girl is pretty set on Rebecca. Cashier spies Rebecca, looks around to make sure no one else can overhear (and did a bang-up job on that front considering it hit the internet, eh?) and says, "You know she's... Jewish, right?" She then directs the girl and her mother down to see the other dolls, ones who might be more suitable. (My words in this case.)
The person sharing this story wanted to know if it would be overreacting to call the store and complain because there was a tone concerning the Jewish comment and I think you know what I mean, cough cough.
People chime in with their opinions that seem to vary from, "Eh, it's a doll" to "WTF? Report her ass!" and then Jami, whom I think I've shared my dislike of before, swans in and says ever so grandly that maybe this is all just a terrible misunderstanding.
Board says wha?
Maybe the cashier saw a little black girl buying a little white doll and thought to herself, "Oh hell no" and whisked her away to show her the seven non-historical AA options at her disposal. Maybe she just worded things poorly. Maybe, maybe, maybe. This was an exceptionally long post to say all that, but mostly my brain just froze halfway through the maybe.

Woman, no. NO. Just NO.

I don't know what rock you live under, what paradise you're vacationing in, or what part of the lowering of the voice and saying it in a specific tone you do not comprehend, but let the less rage-tastic members spell it out for you: When you do all that, you know what you're about to say is WRONG. You know you SHOULDN'T be doing it. You know you're about to make a damn ass of yourself and what do you know, she did.
I don't care if the intention was to get a black doll with a black girl, the way she went about it was, "Oh noes, the Jew! Do not want." She also didn't take her down to the historical section to snag an Addy or a Cecile, she took them to MyAG land where the historicals lost another sale and this isn't even important to the story, okay?

And the board calls Jami on her shit and she defends herself until someone else comes along and agrees with her, only less obnoxiously because I don't know this new person and I do loathe Jami so...
And then Jami backpeddles so damn fast you can see her outline on the wall over there.

Lady, I hate you. You're wishy-washy and vexing and annoying and all of your opinions are merely someone else's worded just differently enough and timed just so in an effort to have people regard you as the wise elder when you're just parroting someone else's words.
You suck and I despair that you've become so damn chatty that I cannot avoid you at all no matter how much I might wish to. It's just not fair, really.