My physician extracted several ampules of much-needed blood from your favorite anemic today, and the beloved Thai food isn’t helping like it normally does. All I want to do is rush home to read the 450 remaining pages of HP7, which after 300 pages is really beginning to chip away at my patience (as is D who sporadically snickers and says, “I knoooow the end!”). Yeah, well, when Voldemort finds his ultimate wand, I’ll tell him exactly where to stick it.
As the hip kids say, I’m just not feeling it today. Whatever it is that I feel on a daily basis. So, here you are, reflections on OPP (Other People’s Posts).
Grand Jury refuses to file charges against Dr. Anna Pou – This really restores my faith in the American jury system, and its ability to see through witchhunts by people like our uninspiring (for lack of a better term) Attorney General. Can individual relatives of the deceased still take Dr. Pou to civil court? Shame on them if they do. Where were they when these hardworking medical professionals took care of others’ loved ones during the worst time of their lives?
Speaking of witchhunts, shame on Jarvis DeBerry for twisting Councilwoman Shelley Midura’s words and not going after the root of the problem, District Attorney Eddie Jordan. Thanks for making this more about race, and less about government incompetence.
Last but not least, John has acquired one of the cutest puppies ever. Isn’t Teddy a darling? See, he even knows how to imitate Aunty Maitri after she’s given blood.
I’m totally with you on that “I know what happens” thing. I had to endure it from multiple directions while trying to catch up with some faster readers over the weekend.
I just kept telling them, “Yeah well fewer people are dead in my book, so there!” Didn’t help though.
Oh and… if you haven’t finished reading, you might not want to look at the yellow blog for a while.
Boy, you’re taking it waaay better than I would. I was ready to keel when they took blood from the little guy in the emergency room this past Saturday. ANY kind of needle meant to siphon the blood from one’s veins, especially mine, is lights-out time for me for a while.
Feel better.