g = I am not anemic.
b = I do have a lymph nodal infection of some sort. it's vaguely mucuous-related, which is gross,
g = but there are no conspicuous external symptoms. antibiotics shall follow; I will reduce the risk of ensuing yeast infection by consuming vanilla custard style yogurt.
b = if antibiotics do not improve my lymph node's state of being, then it wasn't infected after all, and the node will be biopsied on the chance that it could be cancerous. awesome!
g = they did not draw nearly enough blood to transport into my bedroom while I'm sleeping. barely enough to transport even, uh,
b = poisonous centipedes.

g = I am finally watching Office Space!
b = I am watching it alone at my parents' house and remembering this past trip to toronto when I was lying in bed and I could hear people in the living room watching Office Space, but was too tired and too nauseous to get up, and the feelings of loneliness from then mingle with the feelings of loneliness now, creating a damp vortex of self-pity and melancholy, curled up on couch watching stupid Office Space.
g = I have been told that I could potentially write my American Studies final paper on Office Space, which would allow me, potentially, to include words such as "cock" and "fuck".
b = this is unlikely to be the case in my other two literature classes, where what the fuck I'm going to do, I don't know.
g = I do like this movie.

g = a man approached me at a bookstore yesterday to compliment my do-rag.
b = he was a creepy man, with bright orange hair and a limp and a speech impediment and a thick stench of cigarette smoke.
g = he talked about the practicalities of astrological energy and the significance of names, and how a name has a serious impact on your personality and how he has named himself Naren and how he is a vagabond. he seemed a little unstable, aside from being agressively forward, but I understand that one of every ten madmen is the prophet Elijah, so I listened very carefully. One of the things he said was, "you are more important to me than travel."
b = our conversation concluded when he said, "I . . am hung . . like some kind of . . " and I said, "well, I really have to go," and ran away.

g = read a (good!) X-Men comic that I'd never read earlier today. it's an issue that I missed by some wacky oversight, from the Byrne/Lee run on the second X-Men series, the one that came out in the early nineties, and it's so great, y'all-- all the characters are still raw, like how they were originally envisioned, but the writing's good. Remy and Logan and Rogue and Jubilee play basketball, and then get captured by Omega Red. also, there's Hank, so it's pretty perfect. And the comic came with a totally awesome Gambit figure! that was on sale for $5! at Target! which is also where I bought Young Frankenstein on sale for $7!! no bad news on this one. I love Gene Wilder and X-Men and all the good things.

g = finally brought myself to read over the story I submitted for the 2003 Fanfic Project, and it does not suck, and in fact I rather like it.
b = there's some amateur mistakes in punctuation and rhythm and I'm wondering how much of a cunt I'd be to ask lise to upload a revision;
g = but it's not like it's humiliating. which is a big change, y'know, from how things used to be, when I'd write something and post it then HATE it two months later. I guess I'm just . . I'm not nineteen anymore, and now when I write something, that's how I write, and I'm not that cocky self-indulgent nitwit anymore. now I'm grown up. so.
b = I'm not nineteen anymore.
g = the moon sure is yellow pretty.

--ale