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Bumped into Mr. T, one of the architects, in the breakroom. He’s been on a “work imbalance” schedule the last few weeks, meaning he’s not laid off, but he’s only allowed to work a couple days a week. “How are you feeling?” he said. “Pretty good, actually.” “So what was it you had? You had […]

I’m not sure how I feel about the idea of people taking up the idea that “being fat” really is a disease, but at least somebody’s digging into some of the complexities of the what’s going on. The most unhealthy I’ve ever been was also the thinnest I’ve ever been. Related note: Women who feel

So, I walked out of a grocery store yesterday without buying any groceries. For the first time in my life, I walked out of a grocery store because it was too expensive. On the way to the Trader Joe’s that I usually go to when Jenn’s out of town (when she’s here, she drives us

And I didn’t die. Yay me.

You know, I have some things vital to my own security, myself. Like, say… insulin. Which I’m not sure how I’m supposed to prove is insulin. Will I have to shoot up right there at the security checkpoint? Insulin can’t get stowed in a cargo hold. It will freeze and die. And then I’ll die.

I screw off the other half the day as much as possible. Sometimes, like now, I screw off all day. And boy, do I feel better! Anyway, work is bad for you. (via punkassblog)

I haven’t had any trouble with the men who comment here, but I know some feminist bloggers do… So if you’re a guy who’s interested in posting there or here but a little nervous about it, here’s some tips. (via LJ Feminist Forum)

1) Reading My Antonia 2) Finishing God’s War 3) Working out 4) Learning how to belly dance 5) Boxing 6) Balancing my checkbook 7) Paying medical bills 8) Printing out a new, freshly rewritten copy of tDW 9) Writing a TipTree Award-winning short story 10) Writing email 11) Visualizing myself fitting back into all my

For all those who’ve felt, like me, that you’ve been STRUCK BY LIGHTNING! (thanks, Jenn!)

I always worry when a pharmacist screws up and gives me something other than what I’ve asked for, even if it’s “just” a shorter-needle syringe. It always makes me wonder: what else are they screwing up?