bad day

I'm going to tell you the only things that struck me as funny all day, and also tell you who saved the day from irredeemable badness.

1. I can't find this guy on the internet, because I'm too tired, but I swear I saw a plaque on the wall in the hospital commemorating a doctor named Daniels Park. Which means Johns Hopkins wasn't the only prominent Baltimorean of his era with an inappropriately plural first name. Heh.

2. My mom went through this phase where she'd just woken up from a nap and was talking absolute nonsense. It was a little scary but hilarious at the same time. She was talking to me about black sheep and asking if I'd gotten them together. (My contribution to the conversation was mostly, like, "What?") She mumbled for a while, then one of the mumbles ended like a question, but I thought maybe I could maybe get away with ignoring it, since it made no sense, and then she went, "MMM?" like she was waiting for my answer, and I continued to not say anything, and finally, she said, totally annoyed, "[TOWWAS]? Did you make it to the birthday party?"

3. Tall L saved the day. Thanks, Tall L. I called her when I needed a ride home from freakin' Baltimore, and she said she could do it, and I almost burst into tears right then. Thanks, man. Strictly speaking, some hospital staff saved the day, too, but whatever - that's their job. It was purely recreational for the L.

My mom's totally fine, by the way. (They didn't even admit her to the hospital.)