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I'm like a disease; a virus that posts after months of remission. Sitting, lurking in obscurity to jump back into your scope of existence!
RAH!
I've been stweing in my dyslexic prison of a mind!
No, actually I've just been working and living vicariously through myself, as they say. Yes, Dos Equis. Mmhmm.
Speaking of remission.. i've got an ovarian cyst. So that's good. Wednesday is its viewing for the medical public ( namely, and specifically my new doctor.) The weekend is my sister's wedding. No, not the younger one. She's not even 6 yet. (not saying there is a correlation with marriage and the age of 6, obviously.) But there is a road trip in store for me.
I was supposed to go on one on Monday but, alas, I have been called in. Instead I will be helping children pick out costumes from our Probable-China-Sweatshop Wall of Plastic and Vinyl Nightmares!!! Or the Costume wall.
I really want to take a road trip. Maybe I can move to the UK. Or just stay there for an extended vacation?
RAH!
I've been stweing in my dyslexic prison of a mind!
No, actually I've just been working and living vicariously through myself, as they say. Yes, Dos Equis. Mmhmm.
Speaking of remission.. i've got an ovarian cyst. So that's good. Wednesday is its viewing for the medical public ( namely, and specifically my new doctor.) The weekend is my sister's wedding. No, not the younger one. She's not even 6 yet. (not saying there is a correlation with marriage and the age of 6, obviously.) But there is a road trip in store for me.
I was supposed to go on one on Monday but, alas, I have been called in. Instead I will be helping children pick out costumes from our Probable-China-Sweatshop Wall of Plastic and Vinyl Nightmares!!! Or the Costume wall.
I really want to take a road trip. Maybe I can move to the UK. Or just stay there for an extended vacation?