Update on the Post-Op Girl

I got a phone call around 11:15 from a very swollen, sleepy girl who had her wisdom teeth removed successfully. Poor girl.

I got a phone call around 11:45 from a still very swollen, sleepy girl who had just received flowers. Lucky girl.

She must have one hell of a girlfriend. ;)

(Get well quick, angel. I'll see you tomorrow morning.)

A little birdie told me that you can't make it by yourself

I need to pack and hit the bed if I'm going to drag myself up at 4:30am to take a shower and get to the airport at 5:30 to go see a girl. I'll probably be checking LJ more than I usually do when I go away for the weekend, since The Girl will be sleeping a lot, I'd imagine.

Today was an interesting day. I was called 'dysfunctional' by Schoolmate Sheila because I like girls, I got completely furious at my boss, and I asked a lot of questions during a job interview for a friend of mine that basically ensured that he wouldn't get the job. At the same time, I learned that I really /am/ comfortable talking to anyone about anything A.-related, Coworker Stephanie bit me hard on the shoulder blade and gave me chills, and Schoolmate Jean said I was her best friend in our Families class.

So I leave you with this, even though I did it a couple of months ago:

Ask me something. Anything. I will answer. You betcha. Now's the time to ask the hard questions. There's no hour/day/week time limit. If it makes it here, I'll answer it. You can ask as many questions as you want, but only one at a time, because I'll get overwhelmed. :)

The price is that you have to answer this question:

One thing that really bugs me about you, Jude, is _______________.

Have a good weekend, kids!