Local woman disappointed to learn this dude’s name was Greg.

Someone seems to have given a nearby small child a whistle.

Last night I told myself if I read a chapter of my new library book I could look at my phone before bed. Well, I read the chapter and it’s very good! I wish I didn’t have to bribe myself with the internet.

I have PT this morning and then absolutely nothing else. Glorious.

My cousin Lou lost his wife Kim in April. Last night he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. He has 3 young boys. Prayers, vibes, general appeals to the universe are appreciated.

Unpopular opinion: the children's room should be empty at 5:30 PM. All the little ones have low blood sugar and are running around hangrily shrieking. Take them home and have dinner, a bath, a cozy bedtime story. It'll be better than watching them squabble over the magna-tiles here, for sure.

Oh swell, we're having an active shooter training at our next staff meeting. The last one of those I had (different library) was so traumatic that they sent us all home halfway through the meeting. Maybe I can get a Dr. note to excuse me due to anxiety.

I made a little funny here on bsky dot app and the funniest part is that it would take me 30 minutes and a multimedia presentation to explain it to anyone not already here.

Got stuck in the rainiest traffic and missed my appointment. This is the energy I'm bringing into the day.

Neurology day!! Driving into Somerville this morning may trigger a nice, juicy headache for the doctor to study.

CHOTINER: So what happened next? EDITOR: I asked the photographer to get the shot of Gould and the muppet. CHOTINER: Do you remember how you phrased that request? EDITOR: It’s been a long time… CHOTINER: I have it here. “Real fucking sexy.” EDITOR: Well, when you put it that way.

My husband’s listening to a podcast in the other room , at full volume and I can hear it all. I would never. My little phone people stay in my phone.

I requested this on October 16, 2024. I no longer remember why I wanted to read it!

What if, I mean, hear me out, what if my humors DO need balancing?

One fine cat in the Emerald city!

I’m sitting in my darkened office with my new white noice machine burbling away and wishing I could sleep…

When I’m empress of libraries all Geronimo Stilton books will come in hardcover.

Let me get this straight: Shriners Hospital is holding an event called the "Boston Haunted Walk" which is not a walk around haunted places in Boston but is actually a fundraising walk held at the horticultural society garden in, um, Wellesley. Huh.

I am looking for someone to paint me into an Elizabethan style miniature. The stuff on Etsy is AI or bad photoshop. I can do that myself.

I had a dream that I was about to board a British train but I kept losing my ticket.

We don’t need the devil. We do a perfectly good job of tormenting ourselves.

I put on a rain soundscape to try to mask some of the noise here, but I'm afraid it'll make me fall asleep.

I spent the morning chilling with my green light and felt pretty good. I've been in the library now for an hour and I already want to strangle any person who makes the least bit of noise let alone the workmen in the stairwell who are loud as fuck. #migraine

Mom never could have guessed when she slammed back that Tylenol that I would come out red, screaming and full of dinosaur facts.

I don’t think I can see myself (and my stumpy legs) wearing these.

I got stuck behind a pickup truck with a “God, guns and Trump” sticker and it made me very upset.

The migraineur in her natural habitat.

I just had to bow out of a commitment because of my health. I feel rotten and I always wonder if people think I’m exaggerating or malingering when I blame headaches.

I spent the morning in my office with the blinds down and most of the lights off. My head is ok. But school is out soon, so I need to be in the teen room. Let's see if these evil lights are the headache culprit. (There are multiple controls but they do nothing, so I can't dim them.)

I tried changing my display setting to be more migraine friendly and totally borked something up leading to a complete reinstall of windows 11. Our IT person lives on the Cape and only shows up every so often to putter around. So much for an stress-free morning.

I am at work. My head is fuzzy. But my coffee is hot and my sweater is cozy. So I persevere.

Some women lean in. I prefer to lean-to.

I don’t have a picture of my desk, but the teen room has a cluster of these circular lights. I think you can tell from the picture how harsh they are. Unfortunately they are the only lights in there, so if I dim them patrons can’t see. And because of the shape I can’t put a filter on. +1

Crochet confession: no matter how many times I do it I always have to look at instructions for the foundation double crochet chain before I get started.

Ok. I mentioned tonight that I always have a song playing in my head and Phil thought that was weird. I assumed everyone had a song in their head. Now I’m reading it can be associated with OCD. Do you have a song in your head?

Idk if these work but they’re pretty.

Today was a better day. I watched some Tudor documentaries, finished 3 crochet projects, walked around the Audubon sanctuary, saw some turtles, bought some roast chicken flavored Doritos and am now chilling in bed awaiting my supposed migraine-reducing green lightbulbs. Most I’ve done in 3 weeks.

Somebody heard me opening my bag of bedtime edibles and is now very upset that I won’t give him marijuana.

I used up a bunch of yarn. That means I can buy more, right? <hides rest of stash behind the sofa>

The more the resist libs use unhinged nicknames for Trump the less sense they make. I just read a post referring to someone called Tbag. Context clues lead me to believe it’s Trump, but c’mon people.

I have a heating pad on my neck and an ice pack on my head and I’m hoping to confuse my nervous system into behaving.

The ol’ Alexithymia strikes again: I am suddenly full of rage over the way my least favorite colleague embarrassed me in front of the other librarians at a meeting on Wednesday. And then my anxiety chimes in with endless scenarios of what I should say to her. Brains are fun.

In my Amazon cart rn: migraine relief roll-on eucalyptus stuff, green light bulbs and a cooling pillow. I already have 2 migraine caps that go in the freezer and have magnesium supplements. Anything else good out there?

What did Shakespeare’s father say when he was challenged to a duel? “I’m a glover, not a fighter.”

My spouse is out buying the ingredients for a Bisquick impossible pie. I haven’t had one in years and years but it’s all I can think about today.

Let this be a warning to all who encounter me.

The drug my dr. prescribed for me for the horrible, crippling migraine I am currently having can take up to a year to reach full effectiveness. Oh. Great.

I rescheduled my vaccines for my next weekend off. I can’t fathom adding those side effects to my already existing pain.

It’s trash day today! So not only are there noisy trucks up and down my street there are noisy dogs left in their wake.