I am so psyched to sleep tonight because I think I will finally be able to go the entire night without waking up with a migraine from me clenching my teeth. My current lack of stress is due to the fact that I don't think I have cancer anymore. Even though they are sending me to get ultrasounds and go to the breast cancer surgeon, I am almost positive that the lump under my arm got smaller. And cancer doesn't get smaller. Which means the only that the only cancer that will define my life in the near future is the crab-kind with a capital C (and no, I am not referring to an STD). Knock on wood, fingers crossed--regarding the cancer, not the STD.
Recent thoughts:
-Hershey was a very nice man to have built a theme park purely for the enjoyment of his employees (100 years ago). However, this does not change the fact that a) his park, though fun, offers nothing close to the magic or imagination of Disneyland at nearly the same price, and b) his chocolate is not that good.
-My mother is high if she thinks she can lay down a 3 movie limit for the flight to South Africa. I plan to be watching movies THE ENTIRE 17-hour flight to Jo-burg. Surprisingly, my mother has almost completely backed down from her Hitler-esque mandate when I made it clear that it would not be followed. I think my gracious gesture to pause my movies during meals won her over.
-I plan to use the much-feared experience of getting my wisdom teeth out and the proceeding pain and restrictions on food to lose weight. How can I not drop pounds when all I am allowed to eat initially after the operation is jello, ice cream and yogurt. (I only like savory foods for actual sustenence.) This may sound like it is bordering on scary-diet behavior, but I think it is merely a prudent method of maximizing expected gains from the whole debacle...gains which will be further increased by watching all of Grey's Anatomy Season 3 while I am "in recovery."
-My sister is dope shit.....even when she gets cranky and pulls the strings of her hood tight and ties them so that only a fistfull of her face is showing under her sunglasses. It is especially enjoyable that during those instances she responds to the name Alien.
-I thoroughly appreciated the movie The Thomas Crown Affair. But I did not appreciate seeing Rene Russo naked, or seeing her wildly get it on with Pierce Brosnin all over his house. Seriously? Marble staircase sex? Seriously? Seriously. Spare me.
That is all.
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