Okay, okay: a female massage therapist. Work: hell. I got stuck at work until 7pm, horribly late for massage/chiro session. Have decided I have to work completely differently from the way I’m used/was trained/prefer to work in order to keep up with all the crap I now have to do, in addition to additional crap for when certain people are out. I’m not happy about this. The massage helped. And the chiropractor beat up on me too, so that’s 2 girls. Nyah. There’s more, but dammit I sit up late way, way too late trying to catch up with my…
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What’s all the fuss about blogging? Sometimes they record the really important shit in a person’s life and worldview, rather than just the trivial ephemera. My stuff is in the latter category – ginmar‘s, on the other hand, is definitely the former. I can see snapping in this heat, how having to be out in it would sap you of all your energy, how pushing someone in this weather would make them weak. And yet the IPs we saw were pleasant, if relaxed, while the INGs looked like they were trying to make the best of it. They toss up…