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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.

Oh my god. I just woke up from a nap cause I have the late shift and I'm wearing a ball gown. Complete with corset. I can't wear this on my rounds. I'm not even sure I'll be able to fit through the door. I'd try to change, but these laces are too tight and my arms don't bend back that way. Anyone currently at St. Josephs and want to help me?

The thing that sucks about suddenly losing your job, right after you'd given notice that you're starting something better is that the next night, you're still finding yourself doing work hours, even though they're completely fucking insane.

Okay, so back up a little? Last night I go to hand in my notice. Mark, the guy on doors was actually kind of glad about it. Hates how I keep charging comp drinks to his tab, but everybody else was mourning for me, dammit. Mourning and they'd started planning my goodbye party, and which of the patrons we were going to invite when, not two hours later, we get a knock at the back door.

The health inspectors came again, and THIS time, the first one under the new name with new paperwork drawn up and every step taken to avoid leaving a papertrail, they shut us down for kitchen violations, bathroom violations, safety hazards on the floor...

Not that this isn't a thing that happens every six months ago at the old Drunk Tank, and not that I wasn't already heading for much greener, saner, pastures, but it was still kind of a bitch, and I don't think I get my party now.


Sometimes you just get the urge to punch stuff, which, on my way out, I definitely did. Hole through the bar they're gonna have fun replacing. At least I liked THAT part of it.

Yeah, Joly, I used those bathrooms and I ate that food. You can start running now. I totally will understand.

It was suits all morning, which wasn't too bad (Plaid isn't my thing, but at least it's not a sudden bikini). This scarf is ridiculous, though. I keep tripping over it, and I can't get it off.

UGH. Ugh.

Okay. Napa was amazing. Thank you to everyone who gave us recommendations, they were all fantastic, really.

But now we come home to this and I'm really glad that you're all LOSING clothing, but mine don't seem to want to leave. My jeans have become an unwanted chastity belt and I feel like weeping.

I'm just saying.

Can I go back to Wine Country? :(

I FINALLY GOT PICTURES~! LOOK WHAT I HAVE AND NAEMD~
Look at how cute

And his name is Ego. I know weird name but... He's my puppy not yours.

It seems that I, too, have fallen victim to this clothing craze. I'm not certain how long I've been wearing them, as I've been working on my music most of the day, but I seem to have acquired a black fedora and a floor length cape. The cape has the most exquisite black beading on the shoulders, and I'm really very fond of it.

If they disappear, as I see so much other clothing has, I may have to find a place to purchase them myself. They quite put me in the mood for things.

( cut for coma mentions )