[click image]Boy ol' Hill o' Beans is really starting to catch it now, ain't she? Looks as though my little forced absence has made intertubes karma a little lighter... or something.
I've got one eye tonight, owing to a succession of contact lens disasters, and can barely see to blog. All frazzled and sticky from driving fantastic routes to escape Bay Area gridlock and need to be dipped in a vat, but I'm still kicking, and find my mother is SO relieved the dredd-locked kid on American Idol is finally gone. Her life revolves around losing irritants of this ilk. She's on an American Grooming crusade, and so all my medical news is jake long as that influence is off the boob tube....
I'm not home yet! Five more hours' driving tomorrow and then no more doctors for two whole months! We're nuking me with so many goodies that if that doesn't wake me up, we're going to have to take the thermo-nuclear option in July. [Lobotomy]
[It's the kindest way.]
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