It’s a Girl

Making the rounds of diaries today I stumbled upon Covert Ops’ entry today. She went to her photo files, selected the eighth file, and then selected the eighth photo in the file and posted it. She then went on to challenge eight additional people to do the same. I was curious what picture that would…

Why is it that the weather only acts up when I refuse to take the weather forecast seriously? If they forecast half a foot of snow and I pay heed, then the only way you could actually measure six inches of snow is if you took every single snowflake that fell and stack them one…

It was so touching. I slept to 11:30 this morning, and may have kept sleeping a bit longer if it hadn’t been for the Kitten throwing herself at my bedroom door. The poor thing was agitated beyond belief, and I imagined her thinking that something was wrong with me and loyally trying to break down…

This has not been one of my better days. The paracentesis went poorly. They only got five and a quarter liters out of me, and the anesthetic block wore off before they were done. Dr. Liver tried to reposition the needle to get a better flow going, but it didn’t work and he had to…

Things are better than yesterday, but only because I refuse to return to the place that was making me miserable. It’s a situation akin to addiction; I need that place, but it’s bad for me. I need these people, I’ve come to rely on and place my trust in many of the regulars there. But…

Some very nice person sent me a handmade present in totally unnecessary thanks for something I’d done for her. I’m not sure what the proper name is, but I’m choosing to call it a Totem bag because I plan on using it for small keepsakes that have meaning to me. The problem is that the…