Toasty goodness.
I have a love affair with buttered toast. So simple yet so beautiful…ah, toast.
I have a love affair with buttered toast. So simple yet so beautiful…ah, toast.
I know Mom wants to know something. She creeps in here while I’m at my computer, lies down on my bed, pets my cat. Strikes up a conversation about something random, unimportant. Conversation fails, she lingers. There’s something she wants to know, but doesn’t want to ask. If only I would bring up the topic, if only Katie would just volunteer the information. I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking. But I sit here typing and ignoring her. The cat gets angry, bites her hand and jumps off the bed. She gets up, slowly walks out of the room.
Went thrift store shopping. Got hospital scrubs. Came home happy.
I gave blood today. A whole unit. Yay. I am amazed how leaky those veins are as soon as they jam a FREAKING HUGE needle into one.
She had my tourniquet on way too tight at first, and my fingers went numb and I’m like, “Um, I can’t feel my hand…” “Oh, sorry!” Then I notice after a while that my arm is turning…I dunno…an UNNATURAL color. So I hold my hands together to compare coloring, and she’s like “Wow, that’s kinda gross.” Gee, THANKS.
I’m back to normal now, except that I want to hurl. Yeah. I’m fine, really.
I got a new digicam. Check her out:

I’m going to name her. Haven’t decided on a name yet.
I kissed him.
Ever have one of those days that’s nothing like you expected but so much better?
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