The Plan

1. Doing the Potter thing in Harvard Square tonight. I want to meet up with roaming and lensman and the others going with them, but I also have to feed and medicate a diabetic kitty at the appropriate time. Hey you guys, what time are you planning on having dinner? I was going to go to the Coop to get my wristband right after work, but depending on what time you want to do dinner, I'll have to decide whether to go home right after that to feed/medicate Delenn and to eat there and come back to meet you, or whether to meet up with you for dinner, go home and feed/medicate Delenn, and come back to meet you again.

2. I'm writing this down here as well as in my Palm so I don't forget, since it was kinda spur-of-the-moment. Got an appointment with Dale at DHR tomorrow at noon since they had a cancellation. Yay! It's a little early for a day when I'll surely have been up late the night before, but at least it's close and I don't have to do my hair. :)

3. pierceheart is not coming home until almost 7am on Sunday. OY. Poor guy's being forced to take a red-eye. He's going home to throw his stuff down and maybe get a little sleep (hopefully he'll also get some on the plane). Then he'll call me when he's ready to meet up. Dinner reservations have been made at Gargoyles for Sunday evening. Yay for the first date in six weeks!

Take that, stocks!

You know, spending hours trying to figure out how someone's stocks went from a very large amount to a very small amount when they don't seem to have sold any or given any away in the intervening time (of about a week) is brain-numbing.

Going to the Stock Guru, explaining the sitch, and saying, "I'M STUMPED!", and being told, "Oh, they probably just forgot to add in that existing large amount to that small amount they acquired when they put in the total they owned" is quite a relief.

I'm NOT crazy, I DO get it, and I WAS right that the numbers were impossible.

Sweeeeeeet.