Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Happy birthday to Rachel (psst: I noticed the purse first),…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2003 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
As old as I get, as mature and understanding as I get, I still find my family getting under my skin, in good ways and bad. With everyone else in the world I can take a deep breath and say, when they do something annoying, "It's not about me, it's about them." But with my family, sometimes it really is about me!
Took some NyQuil last night (shoulda done that two days ago!), despite the bottle manufacturers' best efforts. I should find out whether Walgreens would let me swear an affidavit that my household contains no children or imbeciles so I could buy the senior-friendly containers of pills and booze-laden meds. Still a little sick. Still not King.