My sister had surgery today to remove her defunct gallbladder. I just called her husband’s phone but he didn’t answer – it is about three hours after she should have went in, so she should be done now. I’ve had the procedure done myself, and know a whole slew of people who also had it done – so I know there’s very little risk of anything going wrong. Still, I worry. It’s what I do.
Speaking of paranoia, yesterday I got it in my head that if I didn’t back up all of my various blogs, old journal entries, and pictures, I would be on the very shining edge of disaster. I think the feeling was prompted by all the quasi-drama going on over at LiveJournal these days (is it going away? is it sticking around? who knows?). So I backed up my WordPress site, I backed up all of my files over at Dreamhost (hello, 268 MB ZIP file!), and I ordered backup CD’s of my pictures over at Flickr. It’s an imperfect backup strategy, but I feel like I’m covered.
I just got back from investing in my retirement. Jen and I walked over to our friend Mark’s desk. He runs the Powerball lottery pool, shared among eleven of us. He buys eleven numbers on Wednesdays and again on Saturdays, each week. Some day we’re GONNA win. I just KNOW it.
If we win this week, each person gets $3.7 million after taxes. I could live with that. Quite easily, actually.
Like, twelve people just got on teleconferences in the cubicles all around me. Hellew, headphones. Hellew, Seether.
I envy Kim her door. SIIIIIIIIIGH.
Puts me in mind of this song: