The past two weeks of social butterflyness did me in, a bit. I've got quite a few internal lesions/ulcers, including some nasty ones in my throat that are a bitch to eat around. Like, you can't eat around them. So, I'm pretty much not eating! And then some in my colon, and then some up in my, um, bits, and then some in my mouf of course.

Anywho, I've been sleeping and applying a poultice of enforced quiet time at night this week and that has seemed to help significantly, and so there you have it. No harm no foul and only a few poundages lost, like you do like you do.

My catalytic converter in my car and my Kindle both have given up the ghost, so I need to replace them both this weekend, they are both needs, not wants.

This week I have yet to cry late in the evenings while developing this dratted SAP tutorial, even while in the thick of the Java and the SAP and the this and the that. Even when I perform a publish and I get a server error because something went kerblooey and I DON'T KNOW WHY GODDAMMIT. So! This is a change! I feel like I'm both learning things and toughening up, and this is good. Sure, the tears are still there, and I'm still ready to tap out, but I try to work through the logic and the error and then I republish and retransmit and sometimes it works!

Today I tackle a mini-boss, or a big boss, in the form of transactions, though, and this truly is my nemesis, so we'll see how it goes. Not well, I'm warning you right now. There might be tears, and I might not make the last purple line express home. WE SHALL SEE, my friends, WE SHALL SEE.

I subscribe to SPIN magazine (of course I do), and last night in the bath I was reading it, and they reviewed a band called Escort, a disco outfit with a 17-piece band behind it, that couldn't yet afford to tour, out of New York City, hello run-on sentence. Well, I showed that to joeyhemlock, because that seems like just the sort of thing he would be interested in, him loving him some, ugh, Steely Dan, which I REALIZE IS NOT DISCO, but you know, based on the description in SPIN, thought he might dig, you dig?

Yeah, he would dig:



More later, but you enjoy (?) your disco break.

Went to the rheumatologist this morning. My full bloodwork came back abnormal, my white bloodcell count is way high, as are my platelets. So it could be The Cancer due to taking lots of The Drugs due to The Behcets. But my rheumatologist is a hippie woo woo, as am I, and she doesn't want to put me on anti-cancer pills just yet, because they'll make me feel icky, and the cancer I might possibly have from Humira/Enbrel/Imuran isn't fast-acting and won't kill me super-quick, if at all. It's just lymphoma, now you know.

So we're going to wait a month, then do another full bloodwork, just in case my platelets and white bloodcells are acting up because they felt especially naughty for the past few years! ha ha! Yeah, we know, we know.

What's more worrisome is that I get dizzy in fairly warm showers and baths and have for a while now. Oh, and I'm growing aneurysms. And three months ago, she noticed my heart skipping a beat or two. Listening to my heart this time, she noticed it more-so. Heart and lung involvement in Behcets is incredibly rare, as is neuro-Behcets, but wait, I've got neuro-Behcets! I've also got the colon ulcers (rare), and the eye involvement, and the arthritis, so...may as well go for the gold! If my heart is going, it's a ticking time bomb and I'm kinda dead, whoopsiedoodles. Driving this life like I stole it time. Something.

Needless to say, I'm going to buy a new fancy lipstick on my way to trivia tonight! And I'll be getting that dratted EKG and whats-it that goes along with it, all the heart tests, sooner rather than later. May as well find out, yeah? I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't care that much, because...I just don't? Maybe it's head in the sand, but I've skated through all of this mostly unscathed, and so my heart is skipping beats more and more these days, it's probably nothing. Whatevs.

This morning I ran 1.7 miles in 17 minutes, which is turtle-slow, but I didn't walk any of it and hey, I feel okay.

I am doing trivia three (3!!) times this week. Tonight with the Syclo team, then tomorrow and Thursday with the other team. Have I mentioned how much I love trivia? Because I do. I love trivia.

I have *not* been in a mind to do work lately; I finally had to get one of the developers at work to block my favorite puzzle site for me. If it gets TOOtoo bad, I'm going to have him block FB, LJ, and I suppose Google Reader too, ugh. Spring Fever has sprung, my friends. If I can't play outside, I sure can play on the internets. I like knowing people who can help me to help myself.

My weight is up to 127, which is great, I think? I think! Unfortunately, it's mostly due to eating cookies, cookies, and more cookies. Hm. I should probably not eat so many cookies. Oh, and ruebens.

OKAY, now I need to do some work. Flooey.

I should write a longer journal entry later, but for now I'm going to leave you with this:

I have a new boyfriend. His name is Maynard James Keenan, of the band Tool, and also of the band Puscifer. I haven't stopped listening to Puscifer since, oh, last week some time.

Here is my most favorite song ever. Ever ever. EVER. Well, for today.



My new boyfriend, Mr. Keenan, also makes wine. In Arizona, where I guess I'm moving to, see you later aligator.

This website has automatic noise (which WTF, it is 2012 people can we *not* play automatic music anymore please? Please?!?) and is hard to read and is annoying and is artsy. It is well-designed, I think? Ugh, automatic noise music playing bugs the snot out of me. The turn-off control is very small at the middle-left, BTW, hardish to find OF COURSE.

http://www.caduceus.org/

Looks like I'll be dividing my time between Sir Andrew Davis, the conductor of the Lyric Opera, and the lead singer of Tool. That is one fine dichotomy right there, I tell you what.

Alright. Back to it.

My next dog is going to be this one:



I got a sword ring recently, from MyHabit, which is a Very Bad Habit of mine. The GrumblyPants saw it this past Wednesday when they joined us for Trivia. It's from nOir, and today I decided to check out their website and I basically stroked out with wanting ALL THE THINGS. Like this Gotham City ring:



Speaking of Trivia, the GrumblyPants joined one of the developers and I at Jury's this past Wednesday, since I love trivia and wanted to play more than once this week. I knew if it were just myself and the developer, it would be a throwaway game, because we would be sunk and we would know the answers to perhaps 25% of the questions. But if we could get the GrumblyPants to come, we would win. The developer, C., did not understand why I was so confident about this, because he had yet to meet them. But we figured out the Facebook Freebie movie (Weird Science), and I spent some time reading up on Super Bowl trivia in case some questions were asked about the Super Bowl (and they were! And it came in handy!)

We show up at Jury's, and long story short, we win by one point. Since every round is a shot round, we also get two rounds of shots as well. Bonus! It turns out that bringing in ringers was a good idea, and C. likes the GrumblyPants very much, and I love the GrumblyPants very much, and this makes me even more determined to learn ALL THE THINGS, and C. wants to learn military history as a start, and I love trivia! Also, I love winning!

There was a Super Bowl trivia question that ONLY I KNEW, and do you want to know that that question was? It was, who makes the Super Bowl trophy? The answer? Do you know? It's Tiffany & Co. Yeah, I wouldn't have known that either, had I not googled "Super Bowl trivia" beforehand and read a few sites of trivia tidbits, go me.

This coming Wednesday we will be back at Jury's, because it is a bonus night, which means that we get an extra 10 league points just for showing up. We also hope that our ringers, I mean my very good friends, will show up as well and help us put Crazy-Sexy-Cool in their places yet again. Because that was fun! And, because of our great night, the Eleven Benevolent Elephants, are now in eleventh place. And perhaps C. and I will not just sit there like bumps on a log, but might know some answers. Though C. did know what NASA stood for, and I knew that it was the Rosenbergs that were executed for treason, but so did the GrumblyPants, duh. Trivia! So much fun! And we've got $30 to spend at Jury's because we won this week for next week!

- Going to a used book sale to find books on presidents, anatomy, geography, and other facts, so that I get better at trivia. I <3 trivia!

- Playing bike polo Saturday afternoon for the first time. Like I told Mark, I fully expect to break something or lose a tooth or flat-out die, so GIVE MY REGARDS TO THE ANIMALS, LOVE SUSAN.



- Karoke party Saturday night! (if I'm not dead)

- Perhaps hanging out with the GrumblyPants' Sunday sometime, depending. I need to also clean the snail tank, do some laundry, and clean up the house a little. And that's it!

An author of one of the books I reviewed on Goodreads friended me last night. Awwww.

My license is expired, meaning I have to walk somewhere downtown here to get it renewed and take a vision test this afternoon. Washington something something? I have the piece of paper in my bag. I have no idea, I'll figure it out later on. But since I have to drive to a doctor's appointment tomorrow, I need to get that taken care of today, I reckon.

I was alerted by Gmail that my account was accessed by an IP address in Mexico last night and to change my password immediately, so boo to that. Also, I'm still having problems connecting my Bank of America account with my parents' Merril Lynch account, mostly because I hate the phone and don't want to deal with it beyond the bare minimum of trying and I probably need to make one last concerted effort to get it done.

My cough these days is very productive, which is good and bad. Good in that I'm at the tail end of this cold. Bad in that I am sick and tired of eating boogers.

The end.

I haven't had a cold this bad in years. Years! Walking to the train in the cold weather activated the Super Cough, so that even the Robitussin Cough Tablets that I bought at the CVS before I got on the train and the cough drops I had in my purse were of no use. It was basically like eating money in pill form for all the good it did me.

Yes, I was that person on the train. The one feebly coughing into her hat (if by 'feebly' I mean I felt feeble and ill, not that it wasn't making some noise, because boy people sure did move away from me TOOT SWEET and yes I know I spelled that the redneck way, not the correct way), as far into the window and away from everyone as possible. The one people feel sorry for, but the one everyone is also eyeballing suspiciously, is this Patient Zero? Dear Everyone on the Train: I apologize profusely and profoundly. I tried. I drank Theraflu right before I left work, I took some Dayquil, I ate cough drops, and I bought the Robitussin tablets. I should have bought some cough syrup, I guess, and nailed it down cold. My bad.

This evening I took a eucalyptus salted bath, I've got my vaporizer running, and I'm going to sleep as soon as I post this. Tomorrow I turn 36 for the third year in a row, because it turns out, I'm not going to face up to the real number this year either, especially with the Deeeeluxe Consumption Action going on. Maybe when I hit 40.