bzarcher | (no subject)

Well, it's been a fun morning. From a bout of wake up nausea that, by the rash on my face, I believe can be related to an allergic reaction to the salad I ate for dinner last night, to going outside and finding my car iced over by the yummy ice-storm fun we're having. Even better, once I got it open to get the scraper and get the defroster going, I locked my keys in the car.

@set me=!smart.

Fortunately, the best part of owning a station wagon is that as long as I keep my scraper in the trunk (and therefore had to unlock it) I can always crawl in, pop the lock on the back door, crawl out, open the door, and pop the driver's side open. (Even better is that I've so far locked myself out of my office twice today, too.)

Of course, there is a silver lining. The former departmental director (aka arrogant ass who embezzeled equipment like they were gonna nuke the school), apparently fell yesterday morning while walking his dog. Slipped on the ice and shattered his ankle and fibia. I shouldn't get warm fuzzles at someone going into traction, but hey, that's why I'm a bad person.

Not terribly excited about going into the wellness centre for my ~~50,000 mile tune-up~~ semi-regular blood tests to see what my sugars are doing, but that's the breaks.

Edited for accuracy