Went to the doctors, spent three hours there, getting stuck with a needle every hour. LOADS of fun. Should have results 'n other goodness by Friday, hopefully.
The nurse said I looked a little pale, I informed her that due to my sheer forgetfulness and the fact that I'd been told to fast the day before, yesterday I'd had no water before 1 PM, only water since then, and no water from midnight to about noon today. So I imagine having blood removed did not help. I came home and feasted upon... uh... a sandwich. With pasta sauce! (I find tomato sauce much tastier than say, mayonnaise or mustard). Was tempted to eat the sauce straight, but reasoned I should probably eat the meat, too. And now soy milk (as for some reason I cannot fathom, my body doesn't seem to enjoy cow's milk much. It used to. I am confused.). Mmmmm, soy milk. I am also indulging myself in a few oreo cookies because dammit, they were just SITTING THERE on that little rack by supermarket checkout aisles that hold snack food, and they were CALLING me.
wogs understands. She *chew* feels *gulp* my *munch* pain.
I ♥ manhattan [and Sath!], for the creation of what looks to be my favorite word OF ALL TIME.
"My left foot is named Sammy. Hi, Sammy!"
"What about your right foot?"
"I have no right foot. It's dead to me."
- Gabriel and myself. I can only imagine what his right foot did to him in the distant past.
"And if drugging my so-pretty-but-straight-to-the-point-of-b