• For the second night in a row I’m drinking after work. It’s cold, it’s fruity, and since StressedRPh (as I think I will now call her) was absolutely insane these last two days, I think I deserve to have an adult beverage.
• I bought my Halloween costume last night. I’m going to be Alice in Wonderland. We decided that this is appropriate for the pharmacy, since the entire Disney movie is nothing but one long acid trip. Eat this and get small, drink this and get bigger, and have a hit off the giant caterpillar’s hookah.
• Speaking of costumes, it’s damned near impossible to find an Alice dress that doesn’t make you look like a skanky ho. Even the plus-sized ones were a bit on the trampy side, with the exception of those that were horribly designed and looked like a tent. However, I did manage to find one that was what I was looking for (namely one that actually looked like the book/movie). Supertech says she’s going to dress as a cat and be my Cheshire cat at work, but she’s backed out of dressing up over the last two years because she didn’t want to dress up and go out to appointments in the morning before work.
• I’m “watching” the debate via Twitter and listening to the TV. It’s much funnier this way.
• Eddie as whining at my mother last night. “You never go to my site, but you comment on hers!” My mom pointed out that she does go to his site, and that this Twitter thing is strange and she can’t get it to work. We’re contemplating setting up a Twitter account for her.She could rant about the door greeters in the Walmart garden shop.
• I like list posts.

Found this little nugget in my referral logs tonight, not once but twice, and showed it to Eddie.

“Someone’s hitting my site by searching for ‘grill on grill preteens kissing’,” I tell him.

“Grill on grill?” he asks. “I hope one of them’s a Webber. GRILL’S GONE WILD!!”

We’re not sure what’s more disturbing, the fact that this guy hit my site TWICE at two separate times, or the fact that he made the same spelling error both times (one hit was for preteenS, the other for preteen, but both were for “gril”).

Until I started really looking at the statistics on the folks who visit my site, I was unaware of how many Rhode Islanders come here.

You can’t all be my family, can you?

I’ve gone through approximately 75% of a roll of toilet paper between the ass-plosions and cleaning my face up after throwing up. You can imagine what my ass feels like right now.

Pickle’s going to the vet today, she was fine and eating when I went back to sleep this morning, but she’s been vomiting since I got up. Poor little thing