Network

Noted, for the general edification of this network:

1) Sometimes dry skin is just dry skin, not a fungal infection.
2) Fungal infections are terrifyingly gross.
3) The internet is convinced I'm dying.
4) We shouldn't trust the internet. At least not in my house. :/

I hope this has been informative.

( cut for triggery discussion of pain creating suicidal feels )

SEVEN DAYS UNTIL THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY.

We just thought we'd remind you. There will be more details soon about party + venue + everything we expect from life, and everything you promised us.

In the meantime:

Tonks: Hope the rest of your birthday went well!
Percy: You're coming to our party. You do not have a choice in the matter.
Ginny: Ready for charity work and favors from us in return? We're thinking Wednesday.
Percy's Better Half: Read above. Minus the favor part.
Hermione: ... We got nothing. We just wanted to include you in our list.
Verity: Hi. We can see you working. Over there. Behind that thing. Yeah. You.

EDIT:
Midna Not-Weasley: BRONCHITIS: Ain't nobody got time for it.

I am absolutely, positively, not leaving my office again until this singing thing blows over. I was passing by someone in the hallway, carrying a stool sample, and I swear to God this is what I heard:

"Everything comes down to poo! From the top of your head, to the sole of your shoe. We can figure out what's wrong with you by lookin' at your poo!"

...I need to move away from Orange County.

Another day of unnecessary oddity: avoided.

Working a shift at the hospital. A few of the nurses just burst out into a chorus line. I think they're doing the Can-Can.

This is not the first time I've seen this happen today. I think there's something weird going on here, again. I don't know if it's my place to order MRIs on the nurses, though.

This definitely is not normal.
Send help.

This is insane. I'm cutting the rest of my classes and going home. The music department - well - the ENTIRE arts department - is a jumble of chorus lines and ballads and, god help us all, even arias.

I cannot even be here right now. I'm not sure if I'm glad to see it's been happening county-wide or not. At first I thought the voice students were all just being assholes. Guess not.

Can't wait to be safe and sound. Or, I guess, in this case, silent.

My dog, Baxter, has taught himself the silliest trick in the world. I in no way contributed to this: he taught himself this. Or maybe it's just his preferred method of movement. Either way, it's really silly.

I love my dog.

What an interesting weekend we had! SHOUT OUT to those who know what's what.

Also, Ginny, we need to steal you for something soon in the future.

Today is LaMarque's birthday! Well, not the real LaMarque, but my LaMarque.

That is, today was my cat's birthday, and we had a bit of a party. He got a new collar and a catnip mouse, and Courfeyrac brought over tuna with a candle in it.

He's prancing around like the king of everything, very pleased with himself.

LaMarque, not Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac does that anyway.

The only bad thing about being in a good mood at work is that I look too cheerful, which is a bad thing in a doctor who works with cancer patients. I end up having to think of depressing things before I go into any patient room.

I blame certain people for my good mood. They know who they are, and they'll be punished in kind.

Remember when you were young and you thought you'd never have to work on your birthday? I'm still working and it's two in the morning on my birthday.

Time to take a nap in my office, I guess. No point in going home, I have a meeting at eight and I want to check on a patient at five when they take their next round of meds. Maybe I'll get a cupcake later.

Bar exam today.

Oliver, you will be pleased to know I made it. Currently standing outside the building after having taken the first half. Three hours left to go.


It seems easy enough. I am sure I will pass.

Two days off in a row, barring any pages. That equals laying out by the pool with my dog, trying to finish the book I'm on, and napping to my heart's content. If that's not a good weekend, I don't know what is.

Anya, what on Earth have you gotten me into? I'm scared.