Most of this stuff is unrelated.
In case anyone was wondering, I do NOT enjoy having my blood drawn. Take special notice, all you vampires out there. I will get pissed at you if you take away my blood.
My veins are so small that the lab technicians have to use baby needles, and even then I had FOUR holes stuck into my body, and only two of them actually worked. It took three lab technicians and forty-five minutes.
I demanded a lollipop.
This was my exciting followup from my appointment at the doctor's yesterday. Apparently I have a new female Indian doctor. She is nice enough, I suppose. I hate doctors, though. She told me that eating was a good idea, and that I ought to see a counselor year-round. She also told me I should have a pap smear, which I vehemently refused. It was the most difficulty I have EVER given a medical examiner. All you pap-smear-advocates, save your breath. I'm not getting one.
I also went out for lunch with Anthony and Cecelia and Christine at Panera, which was WAY yummy. Happy Layna. And we went over to his house later to play Scrabble, at which I kicked everyone's butts, since I had REALLY good letters. (Though Cecelia would have beaten me if there had been an open C to end "quixoti.")
And today I pretended to be Mom. I washed dishes, took out the trash, and drank a good deal of tea.
And tomorrow I am going to see YUKO. I am way excited.
Had lots of discussions today.
Mom: So what you're saying is, you could have pulled off Jesus's mission better than Jesus did?
Me: Yes, I guess that is what I am saying.
Christine: Well *I* personally have humility, so I'm better than you.
My mom didn't stop laughing for at least ten minutes.
And can I just say that I LOVE potatoes? Cause I do.
Oh, I decided that I am going to stop making excuses for myself. If I do something stupid, either I am going to accept it, or I am going to change something about myself. Yes, that is the plan.
And I miss my roommate.
My veins are so small that the lab technicians have to use baby needles, and even then I had FOUR holes stuck into my body, and only two of them actually worked. It took three lab technicians and forty-five minutes.
I demanded a lollipop.
This was my exciting followup from my appointment at the doctor's yesterday. Apparently I have a new female Indian doctor. She is nice enough, I suppose. I hate doctors, though. She told me that eating was a good idea, and that I ought to see a counselor year-round. She also told me I should have a pap smear, which I vehemently refused. It was the most difficulty I have EVER given a medical examiner. All you pap-smear-advocates, save your breath. I'm not getting one.
I also went out for lunch with Anthony and Cecelia and Christine at Panera, which was WAY yummy. Happy Layna. And we went over to his house later to play Scrabble, at which I kicked everyone's butts, since I had REALLY good letters. (Though Cecelia would have beaten me if there had been an open C to end "quixoti.")
And today I pretended to be Mom. I washed dishes, took out the trash, and drank a good deal of tea.
And tomorrow I am going to see YUKO. I am way excited.
Had lots of discussions today.
Mom: So what you're saying is, you could have pulled off Jesus's mission better than Jesus did?
Me: Yes, I guess that is what I am saying.
Christine: Well *I* personally have humility, so I'm better than you.
My mom didn't stop laughing for at least ten minutes.
And can I just say that I LOVE potatoes? Cause I do.
Oh, I decided that I am going to stop making excuses for myself. If I do something stupid, either I am going to accept it, or I am going to change something about myself. Yes, that is the plan.
And I miss my roommate.