GAH.

It's December 30th.

There is no way I can go on eight dates tomorrow, I have to work until 3:PM.

Ho ho ho! MRI Christmas!

Today I started the MRI. I'm pretty good at keeping my eyes closed, so that was helpful. During the process I felt something running down my arm, I guess the saline didn't want to go for it. So I came out and they tried again.

I did that great thing where you sort of visualize and take yourself out of your head and put yourself somewhere else. I sort of was at the point where I was imagining a beach and it was nighttime and lovely when I saw fireworks, except this time I was wet all over. The IV connection sort of exploded and dye sprayed everywhere.

So...I get to go back for more tomorrow.




Also, I'm the world's worst baby when it comes to needles.

Reporting Live from a Dead Zone

I'm currently sitting in a waiting room with no reception. It's windowless, of course, and 7:AM.

Like most reasonable people, I don't like mornings. Lately though, mornings have become increasingly near impossible. I thought I was just getting older and lazier faster than expected, but apparently that's not the case. I've got something going on which would explain a lot of things that I sort of just wrote off and convinced myself I was imagining.

I'm telling you this because it's likely I won't be able to make it on the rest of the dates this month. Right now it's difficult to do the regular-life things I have to do. I haven't been myself and it's awful.

All that to say:

• the bad news: something is going on with me and I don't know what it is, so now I'm just worrying.
• the good news: there's probably a reason why I threw up on that date.

Updates to follow, I'm sure. Sadly they may not be as entertaining as I'd like.


ALSO: I still need to tell you about Date Four, which was really fun and nice and much better reading than what you've just made it through.

When you don't like to correct people

Even though she had my name and all my information in front of her, the woman at the bank must have had me confused with someone else.

I was too...something...to correct her and somehow ended up telling her I loved my new place, my sister is doing well and has been busy, and then she asked if I was still married. She looked at my hand as she asked.

I told her that no, I wasn't still married. And she looked mortified. To make her feel better I continued, "It was on my terms and I'm much happier this way. Sometimes you just have to let things go." Her mouth widened. "It really was a positive move, better for both of us!" Then I left. Some poor blonde with glasses is going to be confused with her next deposit.

You're good at contests. Why don't you enter one where you win a husband?

"You're good at contests. Why don't you enter one where you win a husband?" my little sister asked, sincerely.



Last weekend I slept in a won!-hotel room, had some won!-pizza, and saw a won!-performance of Philadanco at the Kimmel Center. I don't know if it's technically a win, but I also found money which covered dinner.

On Thursday I learned that I was the winner of four tickets to a movie. Conveniently, I also won a gift certificate to a restaurant around the corner from the theater. So that's a fun evening.


And now I have a ticket I won't be using for tonight's Polyphonic Spree Holiday Extravaganza at the Troc. So I'm going to share the fun of getting and give it to someone else.




Who wants it?