In true modern-woman style, I was Nice To Myself after work last night: splurged on a peppermint mocha and a pedicure. Then Brian and I went to dinner at a place called Gobo, which is along the same concept as Zen Palate (non-locals: think vegetarian Asian by way of yuppie urbanites) but more so; and then he took me to the Comedy Cellar. Odd as it may sound, I haven't been to a comedy club before, and I had an excellent time. Some of the comics were better than others, of course, but no one actively made me want to gnaw my arm off to escape, so it was all good.
Less good is that they're booting Steve's mom out of the hospital. The illness is over, yes, but she really needs physical rehab. Unfortunately Medicare won't pay for any more time. The helpful official answer is "well, you should put her in a nursing home." Fuck you very much, Mr. Government.
I ache all over today (I've never had my back hurt when I sneeze before) and was of two minds whether to go to class, which dilemma was neatly solved by Claire switching our Thursday lunch date to today, so I will bounce tomorrow. Also good, because then I can bring in $$ to pay my seminar fee.
( 12 Days of Xmas meme wossname )
Less good is that they're booting Steve's mom out of the hospital. The illness is over, yes, but she really needs physical rehab. Unfortunately Medicare won't pay for any more time. The helpful official answer is "well, you should put her in a nursing home." Fuck you very much, Mr. Government.
I ache all over today (I've never had my back hurt when I sneeze before) and was of two minds whether to go to class, which dilemma was neatly solved by Claire switching our Thursday lunch date to today, so I will bounce tomorrow. Also good, because then I can bring in $$ to pay my seminar fee.
( 12 Days of Xmas meme wossname )