Bullety Listy Things. Now With Egg Film!

[trista]

• I heart my new spelunking turbonurse person. I can never remember what sort of nurse it is who does lots of doctory things. Anyone? Anyway, she is fabulous. She even did the thing with the warm water on the jack before installation, and yay for that. Apparently I can has healthy-looking cervix. And who doesn't love a healthy-looking cervix?
  
• Cervix is now the most absolutely hilarious word I have ever encountered. Oh hai! How can I be of cervix?
  
• It is early, and I am tired. Please excuse me.
  
• I was given two awards through our recognition program last quarter, which means I will get two spiffy certificates to hang in my cube. And possibly even spiffier, I was given a $25 gift certificate thingy for Amazon. (You get the $25 for the first award per quarter, but a certificate for every award you receive.) So yesterday I combined that with my $5 Harry Potter pre-order appreciation certificate thingy and my Prime shipping thingy and bought Jacqueline Carey's Kushiel's Justice and Anne Bishop's Belladonna, both of which should arrive today. *squee*
  
• How awful is it that I'm bummed that I didn't get to see So You Think You Can Dance because of the bridge coverage? I'm going straight to hell for that one, I have no doubt. And my favorite girl was eliminated last night! Argh. So was my least favorite guy, though, so at least there's that.
  
• I am hungry, and I want scrambled eggs. Proper scrambled eggs, though, and not that weird sheet of grilled egg film that you get in restaurants here. Is that a Minnesotan thing? Because I do not remember having egg film in restaurants in the South. They were always fluffy little blobs of scrambled eggs, and that is exactly how they should be. Egg-film roll-up? DO NOT WANT.
  
• Now I want eggs and cheese grits and bacon and a biscuit. Dear god. I think my options, unless I drag myself halfway around the lake, are Snackwells and Doritos.
  
• Must stop thinking about food.
  
• I have never been fed. Ever. See? STARVING. *goes in search of sweet potato*