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I'm reaching the point of burnout again. I can always tell because it's when I can only barely control my urge to kill when patients won't listen to me. Anyone who's read this journal in the past knows the refrain:

Me: "We don't have any appointments until the 9th."
Them: "Can I have an appointment on the 7th?"
Me: "I'm sorry, there are no appointments until the 9th."
Them: "How about the 8th? Can I have an appointment on the 8th?"
Me: [kills them all, lets God sort them out]

Still, in happy news it's currently cold and there's supposedly a snow storm a-coming. You know what that means: pancakes! Also brownies, as I'm trying a new brownie recipe this weekend. I may or may not attempt frosting. Normally I don't frost brownies, but on the other hand how can there be any wrong with taking one item of chocolate and adding another item of chocolate to it?

C'mon snow!

I have successfully taken the last copter out of Saigan hit the grocery store. I admittedly didn't have to, as it's not like I'm low on supplies so much as I decided to make crock pot lasagna this weekend, but I figured what the heck?

Naturally the first store I went to was filled to the brim with idiots who think that "possible snow" means "There will be no more food in the world ever so start hoarding now. Also, you may want to kill people in line next to you and salt them to have later." So I immediately left there and went to somewhere slightly saner.

What's funny to me is that the yuppie food store in my town never gets crowded like that when storms come. Sure, they might get a couple more people than usual, but not in the lines going out the door sense that the local megamart and Shop Rite get. I have no idea why since the yuppie food store is the regular grocery store for people in that area, so it's not as though it's the lack of snow-related needs for goat cheese and rice wine vinegar. I'm glad for it, though, as I was able to get in and out with little to no fuss nor muss. I was even able to pick up buttermilk without having to use an old loaf of French bread to beat off the masses. And I just realized that "beat off the masses" has meanings that I did not intend when I first typed it, but on the other hand if you're going to masturbate with food products, I suppose there's worse things to choose than a well-made loaf of bread.

Anyway, there is buttermilk for biscuits and/or waffles and/or pancakes, there's ingredients for lasagna, there's ingredients for brownies - it'd better frikkin' snow, damn it, or I'm going to be pouty and disappointed.

Yay snow!

We got upped to a blizzard warning! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[does happy dance of snow]

[thinks]

Hmm. How evil would I be to park my car in a visitor's spot so that when the plow comes my own spot gets cleared?

Hmmmm.

More on the snow

You know, the weather alerts are either getting whiny or snarky, I can't tell. The latest one includes a mention of how "this is a life threatening weather situation!" Which I don't doubt is possible with blizzards, but for some reason this one just strikes me as including a note of "Guys, come on! You're not listening to me! This weather is so serious OMG!"

But hey, who knows? Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be covered with snow. It's supposed to start late tomorrow morning, now, so it's entirely possible.

And with that I go to bed. Night!

ETA: EEE!!! widdle kitty that looks like my mental image of Hieronymus!

And now I'm going to bed. Seriously.