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Man, yesterday I had the diametric opposite of the horrific gynacological visit endured in Thailand in January, documented here. I was asked what I did to whom and how and how often and since when and when was the last time and what do I use if anything and blah blah blah. And my doctor was hard of hearing (literally) so I had to answer a lot of those questions twice. I'm such a prude! But at least I felt properly checked out.
She gave me this detailed depression questionnaire where you had to add up the columns and get your grand total, and mine was, ominously, 13. But she didn't seem too concerned. She'd only care if my vagina was depressed. Which it is.
In other news, Mayor Bloomberg sent me a letter yesterday saying that in light of the crazed masses that have teken to the streets, he's going to declare my hair both a national heritage and a federal disaster site.
I'm feeling better this morning and last night I was thinking about all the wonderful things I've gotten to see since I moved to New York. Last month, I was at this event venue called the Town Hall, and outside the ladies' room was a framed vinyl of Nina Simone's Live at Town Hall. I have that album, and I was standing at that very place. Joy! And there was that time I got to shake Marie Ponsot's hand and say, "Hi, I'm Mrigaa, I love you." Or this past weekend, when I got to see Gloria Steinem and all this time I'd been growing into the sort of person who would applaud wildly and weep at every point she made. Lucky me.
P.S. Victor! iPodrip totally worked! I've recovered a third of my music. Thanks!
She gave me this detailed depression questionnaire where you had to add up the columns and get your grand total, and mine was, ominously, 13. But she didn't seem too concerned. She'd only care if my vagina was depressed. Which it is.
In other news, Mayor Bloomberg sent me a letter yesterday saying that in light of the crazed masses that have teken to the streets, he's going to declare my hair both a national heritage and a federal disaster site.
I'm feeling better this morning and last night I was thinking about all the wonderful things I've gotten to see since I moved to New York. Last month, I was at this event venue called the Town Hall, and outside the ladies' room was a framed vinyl of Nina Simone's Live at Town Hall. I have that album, and I was standing at that very place. Joy! And there was that time I got to shake Marie Ponsot's hand and say, "Hi, I'm Mrigaa, I love you." Or this past weekend, when I got to see Gloria Steinem and all this time I'd been growing into the sort of person who would applaud wildly and weep at every point she made. Lucky me.
P.S. Victor! iPodrip totally worked! I've recovered a third of my music. Thanks!