May 10th, 2006

Kor

Home at Last!

I'm apparently more of a heretic than a glutton...

Which fits reasonably well. I love food. But I've had a personal vendetta against the evils of the Christians for a looooong time.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test
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    amused amused
Triskele

Running in Place

I spent hours last night fiddling around. I didn't get anything done that I know of, but I certainly fiddled around. I got to bed around 6:00. I really don't know how I do this.

Today I've mostly been, well, here. On LJ and other sites.

Well, I've also been arguing with my fax service. They apparently are unable to verify my credit card anymore. Which is odd, since everybody else can. That went back and forth and around and about through a lot of phonecalls. The upshot? I'll send them a check.

Meanwhile, I haven't heard from my parents at all, which I'll think of as a good thing. I need to get cleaned up and find out what's going on there.

And that will determine whether I'm off to Alameda tonight.

Meanwhile, I need to stop stressing about not having any money, and actually make some. I apparently have a personal objection to the concept...
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    calm calm
Kor

All is Good - or at Least OK

I talked to my parents - they're home, and enjoying being away from the hospital. While all is not completely over (My dad still has a giant gash in his knee that's attached to a vacuum pump), all is mostly OK, and they're happy to just get a chance to rest.

I finally made it up to Alameda. One advantage of being really late is that it only took about 45 minutes once I got started.

Frida is off on a job, but Stuart is here, cheerful, and well-rested. His death march is actually over - successfully, no less. The site is treating patients, and seems quite happy.

And we're about to have some Thai take-out, just as soon as he gets Sabrina put to bed.

And how, I ask you, does one remain depressed in the face of Musamun curry?
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    cheerful cheerful