The sirloin tip roast I put on earlier will be finished in about forty minutes. I just put some carrots in with it and there's rice bubbling away in the rice cooker.

I have to fast from no later than 1:30 am, so I intend to have a really good meal to carry me through to my A1c test tomorrow.

The whole Open-Source Boob Project thing has me more annoyed than it probably should. Let's just say that I'm taking grim comfort from the fact that if a man attacked me now, knowing even what little I know, I could probably hurt him badly enough to make him leave off assaulting me. We were taught to hit hard enough to break a one inch thick pine board, and that's more than double the force needed to break a collarbone, a nose, or a kneecap.

Something's wrong. I'm not usually this... vindictive. Oh, I have my moments. But this just doesn't feel right.

Perhaps my GP will be able to help me figure it out tomorrow.