Fat Pets and Vampires

Meg is back. She did well during her Vegas trip, but the Fall semester
is about to start, and her sabbatical is over. She's grumpy, but she's
come to take care of me nevertheless; I couldn't ask for a better
sister...though I could ask for a less grumpy one, to be certain. :-)
Meg made tacos, and we're now watching The Porky Pets of Britain (or
whatever), waiting for Vegas Vampires to come on. My pain management
is going well, provided I remember to take my pills on time. Meg is
teasing me that I'll end up like Mummers' youngest sister, who was put
away in a rehab centre and had to do methadone or something -- but in
fairness, my youngest aunt was an unintentional junkie; she used to
fly a lot and had two really bad accidents (not plane crashes,
accidents), and one happened when she was out of the country, and they
just basically gave her oxycontin and sent her on her way. These are
the joys of socialised medicine. *Anyway*, by the time she made it
back stateside, she was an addict and needed to have some of the
vertebrae in her spine fused. So she had the surgery and had to stay
on pain meds for a while, then went through detox and rehab. So she
has had her share of tsouris, and Meg is just being grumpy.

I am doing ok, though. I have a lot that I need to get done before
Monday, but I am not going to stress over it. I am on official leave
from Eviljob until 4 September, and Jobs 2 & 3 will just have to wait
until I have the energy to deal with them.

ok...why is everyone's shirt blurred out in Vegas Vampires?

And I'm cramping again; time for another pill. Argh.