There is like a permanent head shaped dent in my desk.
I have been more out of it than I realized. I have been trying, for awhile now to work out who this one person on my f-list is. They keep sharing these beautiful shots and I get this nagging feeling of familiarity from the style, I could even tell you exactly who the style reminds me of but I just can't work out who this person is, or when I added them to my f-list! I didn't occur to me to do anything intelligent, like go and actually look at their LJ, every time I did I got sidetracked admiring and studying the shots and everything else just went *poof* (possibly in shiny, pretty rainbow text effect with blinky stars on either end. Seriously. Epic train of thought poofage.)
There I am scrolling through the f-list tonight and this person has shared another image since I checked the f-list last and again I completely recognized the style and I thought to myself: "That still totally looks like an ." Then it clicked and I sprouted a smidgeon of smarts and went and actually looked at their LJ without the sidetracking.
So, umm, person who has been on my f-list for awhile, should you happen to read this, how long ago did you change your username? *blushes* Right now I am feeling totally dense for not noticing sooner. It is no wonder I recognized the image style, I just didn't clue in about the name change!
*headdesk 1*
I had my follow up appointment this afternoon re: "The Thing". It is still a thing! It is decidedly not cancer, for absolute sure this time. Really, really. Only they haven't a clue what it really is. They don't recognize the cell structure, it will not culture bacteria or fungus, it is just a thing ... of unknown origin.
*headdesk 2*
They would like to remove this thing surgically.
*headdesk 3*
This delightful bit of news came on day 5 of quitting smoking.
*HEAD-FRICKEN-DESK!*
Could my timing suck more? Yes, Kate, it is a brilliant time to quit smoking when you are stressed all to hell anyway, still feel like you have been stabbed with the added fun of continuing to occasionally cough up tiny specks of blood and have what is shaping up to be one of the great mysteries of the world growing in your upper right lung!
I could really use a cigarette about now.
Seriously.