Tammy Garrison, MLIS
Your Friendly Neighborhood Librarian, fundraiser and author of Sherlock Holmes AU pastiche The Twisted Blackmailer. Into Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who, Batman, The Phantom of the Opera and more. Neurodivergent. Jew. HMU if our interests align. Pittsburgh, PA, USA.
Profile photo: a fat white woman with short hair and cat eye glasses in a black dress with orange bats on it.
Banner: Jellyfish under purple light.
It’s nice that this ER bay is really clean, but the antiseptic smell is making my eyes water and throat burn.
At the ER cos spouse is having dizziness and fell and other Reasons.
So there go my plans for Shabbat services tonight I think. I try and fail to get there, sometimes. A lot of times. I was doing so good for a while 🫠
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day I dig my desk out at work. 🤦♀️ Why am I like this? I mean, I know why I am like this. But why am I like this?
Soooo got a fic idea. Write that? Or the thing that’s actually got a publication that will probably publish it? I mean? I have a first draft. Maybe that’s good enough? Hollanov or bust I guess.
I just got my nose ring stuck on my glasses? New achievement unlocked, I guess.
Here’s what I’m thinking: bbq pulled chicken on matzah. I’m sure my husband is going to love this 😂
I might be getting sick. My throat is scratchy and my voice is gone and my chest feels weird. Two storytimes down, one to go then I can whisper the rest of the day. Or maybe go home sick. Which is a shame because I am dressed super cute today.
Can I just say…ugh. Eye contact. You are so exhausting.
I wrote 6,000 words today and I could still do more but it is bedtime. I hope this is not another manic episode. At its worst, I was writing 11,500 words in a day. Sounds like fun but not if you are blowing off work and food and bathing to do so.
I wrote 6,000 words today and I could still do more but it is bedtime. I hope this is not another manic episode. At its worst, I was writing 11,500 words in a day. Sounds like fun but not if you are blowing off work and food and bathing to do so.
Sometimes I feel like I should put out periodic reminders that Henry Kissinger is still dead. You know. Just in case.
Also, using the purse and wallet my sister got me ages ago. They are super cute.
If you don’t do your bathroom floor on your hands and knees, how do you get in the corners or the baseboards? I gave cats do it gets yucky quick. Is there some took for corners? My knees would like me to not be doing it on my hands and knees anymore.
One of the fosters is now so confident being near me she peed on me 😂 Time to investigate to see if she has a UTI.
Lost my glasses for about six hours and I have no idea where my spares got off to once we cleaned off the microwave 🙄 Sadly I’m so blind I need my glasses to find my glasses so I had to wait for my spouse to wake up and find them for me 🙄
Sugar Ray is on the Eat ‘n Park playlist 😭😭😭 why am I so old? This is like when 3WS plays stuff from the 90s and it feels like a personal attack. #Pittsburgh #EatNPark
I am so sad for the Flyers. No I am not.
Matzah lasagne. I’m very very clever with my dinners.
Ahh yes. That continual thunder sound coming from the basement to tell me I loaded the washer unevenly.
I have a cramp in my back so bad I’m nauseous. I have no idea how to get it out. I must go to work today because I have a story time and also I am wearing a cute shirt.
I’m going to make a better effort to follow Pittsburgh’s other sports teams. We’ve got the Pittsburgh Passion (women’s football), Riveters (women’s soccer) and the River Hounds (men’s soccer). When the news covers them I pay attention, and that’s as far as I go. They deserve some love.
Re: The Steelers continued persuit of Aaron Rodgers: that stripper’s never going to love you, honey.
Spouse: This is the one where they lie to them. Me: And also they’re clones. (I love sci-fi so hard.)
I looked up, in the middle of the night, if Swedish Fish (otherwise kosher) are chametz. For those playing at home: they are. Ended up snacking on plain matzah and diet soda.
Controversial opinion: Paul Stanley was fine in The Phantom of the Opera.
Sibs want to go to Mosterfest. This is my idea of sensory hell. Looks cool. But at what cost?
Y’all. Cinnamon butter on matzah. Life-changing.
Did the pill minders for both of us for the week. Called in the refills. Why am I so boring and old? Somebody please tell me how to be interesting.
Biscuit is being an absolute menace before 5 a.m. The brat.
Biscuit is about to be shipped into outer space. He is on a mission to knock everything I own onto the floor.
Why am I not allowed to have things on surfaces? Do my cats prefer a more minimalist aesthetic? Is that what’s going on here?
I’m awake and I hate this for me.
If you don’t do your bathroom floor on your hands and knees, how do you get in the corners or the baseboards? I gave cats do it gets yucky quick. Is there some took for corners? My knees would like me to not be doing it on my hands and knees anymore.
That cramp went away last night after some muscle relaxers and sleep but now it is coming back. Ugh. I guess that’s a call to the doctor’s.
Sometimes I feel like I should put out periodic reminders that Henry Kissinger is still dead. You know. Just in case.
I’m awake and I hate this for me.