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Dec. 14th, 2008 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quidditchgrrlKnow what's cool? I went through and deleted my Bush icons. Feels pretty darned good, clean sweep.
Now I can waste a bunch of time searching for and uploading shiny new icons (see above/left/right).
Know what's not cool? Both Blur and The Smiths teasing us with possible reunions. C'mon, for old times' sake, gents!
Have been listening to The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb, and have found myself on the blind edge of tears several times. His writing does that to me. The subject matter (centered around the Columbine High School shootings), the pacing, the horrible banality of life amid tragedy, and yeah. That'll do it.
Doctor will be called Monday. I need to figure out what to do about the iron malabsorption issue (no duodenum = loss of 90%+ ability to absorb iron), get my thyroid tested (I feel like I'm freezing to death while everyone else is basting in their own juice), and try to get him on the medically-necessary abdominoplasty wagon (the case could be made - I can't lay on my stomach without scar tissue pressing on my diaphragm). A girl can dream of insurance-approved plastic surgery, can't she?
(Someone asked me if having a tummy tuck would, quote, make me happy, unquote. No, *I* decide my own happiness. But it would be nice to a) not have to worry about turning over in the night and inadvertently asphixiating myself; b) move one way and not have my stomach undulate in another; and c) not look like a topographic map when I'm naked.)
Oh, and if you didn't see the news, Equus raised $203,000 for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, a new all-time record! Watch the video, if for nothing else than Harvey Fierstein announcing the winner. :-)
Also, also: Emma's latest photoshoot - how great does she look? Wow.
Have a great week, all!
Now I can waste a bunch of time searching for and uploading shiny new icons (see above/left/right).
Know what's not cool? Both Blur and The Smiths teasing us with possible reunions. C'mon, for old times' sake, gents!
Have been listening to The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb, and have found myself on the blind edge of tears several times. His writing does that to me. The subject matter (centered around the Columbine High School shootings), the pacing, the horrible banality of life amid tragedy, and yeah. That'll do it.
Doctor will be called Monday. I need to figure out what to do about the iron malabsorption issue (no duodenum = loss of 90%+ ability to absorb iron), get my thyroid tested (I feel like I'm freezing to death while everyone else is basting in their own juice), and try to get him on the medically-necessary abdominoplasty wagon (the case could be made - I can't lay on my stomach without scar tissue pressing on my diaphragm). A girl can dream of insurance-approved plastic surgery, can't she?
(Someone asked me if having a tummy tuck would, quote, make me happy, unquote. No, *I* decide my own happiness. But it would be nice to a) not have to worry about turning over in the night and inadvertently asphixiating myself; b) move one way and not have my stomach undulate in another; and c) not look like a topographic map when I'm naked.)
Oh, and if you didn't see the news, Equus raised $203,000 for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, a new all-time record! Watch the video, if for nothing else than Harvey Fierstein announcing the winner. :-)
Also, also: Emma's latest photoshoot - how great does she look? Wow.
Have a great week, all!