Foiled By Chemistry

So I was wanting to post about the nifty stuff I got from the Gem Faire fairies,* my miniature victory garden, and of course the traditional What I Learned yesterday, but instead I spent half the day shelving books OH GOD WHY DID I TAKE THESE EXTRA SHIFTS and the entire day wondering why I was feeling like grilled shit. Itchy, skin-crawly grilled shit.

Then last night I reached for my pillbox and found that instead of putting in a Fukitol, a Zyrtec, and a The Pill, I had put in two Fukitols and no Zyrtecs for every day this week. Yes, that would pretty much cover the feelings of lousy.

At least I caught the medswitch after the first day. All should be better at this point, except that I still have to go do four more hours of shelving in a little while. With luck I’ll get a What I Learned or some sort of post up soon.

Meanwhile, enjoy this conversation Mom and I had at Office today:

AMELIA: *shouting into the phone* MR GROMPUS, YOUR WIFE’S APPOINTMENT IS AT ELEVEN TOMORROW. ELEVEN. YOUR WIFE. YES, THAT WOULD BE MRS GROMPUS. NO, NOT TODAY. TOMORROW. YES. AN APPOINTMENT. GOOD-BYE. *hangs up* Dammit, if you’re hard of hearing perhaps the telephone is not your best option.

MOM: *cackling* That’ll all be your generation** in a few years … shouting into the phone, yelling “WHAT!” after every sentence …

AMELIA: You wish! We’ll just text.

MOM: …

AMELIA: That’s right, my dear Golden-Era-Rock Deaf-Going Analog-Age Baby Boomer! This generation planned ahead!

MOM: I’ll get you next time, you smug bastard.


*Not to mention the aggressive friending I was subjected to at the Faire. It was awesome.

**Us kids with our iPods and our loud musics and our Twitters are going to go deaf prematurely, according to Mom.