Letting you know I'm alive...
Hey everybody, sorry for leaving you all hanging like that, I really shouldn't write about needing surgery and then not updating for a week. Surgery went fine, not really a big deal. I ended up crying for no reason at the hospital and instead of reverting to 6 years old I went down to four, resulting in the crying- I'm tired and I'm hungry and I want to go home, I just want to wear my own frickin underwear, I don't want to cry I feel stupid cause I don't know why I'm so upset. I think you guys get the picture of why I felt 4. So anyway, when I wasn't freaking out I was cracking jokes about pillows and all kinds of other things and trying to keep the attitude light. In spite of all the joking I was humiliated before and after the surgery, damned hormones, the tiniest thing sets me off. The nurse assigned to me for recovery was practically up my ass the whole time. Anyone who wants to hear all the details can give me a call or write me a letter or an email. Regardless, my ear feels fine, but I don't think my hearing is any better.
Christmas was nice, a little hectic , I did the homemade gift thing this year. Everyone loved their gifts, but I didn't plan my time well so the whole experience was kind of exhausting. I got enough Superman stuff to last me a month, and I got 4 tickets to see Spamalot in New York on Friday, but that made me get into an argument with my mom and I felt like a jack-ass about the whole thing.
I'm reading two books right now, IT and Wicked, mostly wicked though. I love it so far, I'm supposed to be going to see it on Broadway in March.
I have this constant crave for attention lately, but because I have virtually no inner Marilyn of course I don't do much to urge the need to subside. Why am I so repressed? Sure one urge down, but it doesn't eliminate the others. Maybe I really need to get on stage, it's the only way I know I can get attention without the defensiveness of "What are you staring at?" Most of the attention I was getting was unwanted, I hardly consider being hassled or cornered by some of the weirdos I've met at CCP sufficient and satisfying attention. If anyone knows a remedy to lower my freak polarity, please share the knowledge. I have never attracted so many people who I had no desire to speak to in my entire life, after 20 years suddenly the obnoxious have begun openly hitting on me in the past three months.
On a happier, less complainant note, Andy brought me a dozen sunflowers with one red rose mixed in (thirteen is my lucky number) and balloons and popsicles after my surgery. It was sweet of him and greatly appreciated, he seemed thrilled at the opportunity to buy me flowers. It doesn't surprise me though since I never ask for flowers. Thank you to everyone who posted their concerns and prayers for me.
Christmas was nice, a little hectic , I did the homemade gift thing this year. Everyone loved their gifts, but I didn't plan my time well so the whole experience was kind of exhausting. I got enough Superman stuff to last me a month, and I got 4 tickets to see Spamalot in New York on Friday, but that made me get into an argument with my mom and I felt like a jack-ass about the whole thing.
I'm reading two books right now, IT and Wicked, mostly wicked though. I love it so far, I'm supposed to be going to see it on Broadway in March.
I have this constant crave for attention lately, but because I have virtually no inner Marilyn of course I don't do much to urge the need to subside. Why am I so repressed? Sure one urge down, but it doesn't eliminate the others. Maybe I really need to get on stage, it's the only way I know I can get attention without the defensiveness of "What are you staring at?" Most of the attention I was getting was unwanted, I hardly consider being hassled or cornered by some of the weirdos I've met at CCP sufficient and satisfying attention. If anyone knows a remedy to lower my freak polarity, please share the knowledge. I have never attracted so many people who I had no desire to speak to in my entire life, after 20 years suddenly the obnoxious have begun openly hitting on me in the past three months.
On a happier, less complainant note, Andy brought me a dozen sunflowers with one red rose mixed in (thirteen is my lucky number) and balloons and popsicles after my surgery. It was sweet of him and greatly appreciated, he seemed thrilled at the opportunity to buy me flowers. It doesn't surprise me though since I never ask for flowers. Thank you to everyone who posted their concerns and prayers for me.