V+11/D-10 (Memorial Day)
May. 30th, 2005 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kathygnomeWell this morning I just plain feel exhausted. Not sure why. I slept forever last night. Might be a cold, I coughed a few times. It might just be too long on a dubious diet and very irregular living.
Of course there is also the possibility that I'm healing. Honestly, it's hard to imagine much that would be more intrusive than what I've had done. And by that I mainly mean the breast augmentation. The SRSis just a few cm of skin being rearranged, it would be very minor if it wasn't so nerve rich and loaded with social significance. But the boob job. All sorts of muscles permanently dislodged, foreign objects permanently inserted in my chest, invasion through a lymph rich area. There's a lot to heal there. In any case, I'm tired tired tired.
Not that I had anything much to do today. Even if I was fully healed it's not looking good today and last night had to be one of the worst downpours I've ever seenl. A real taste of Thailand I guess. It was just insane. Lost satellite. Not that this was a tragedy. We watched Shrek 2, which I've never seen before. Nor Shrek for that matter either. Yes, victim of my own snobbery here. Why see Shrek, if it's popular it must be shit. (What, you didn't know I was aware that I'm a horrible horrible snob? Of course. My God, I'm descended from Yankee Blue Bloods, we're outright proud of it.) Absolutely loved the movie. I'll probably go buy both of them.
Ooh, and here comes the thunder for another round.
HBO has run out of movies to show us. We don't have cinemax which is a true tragedy. They are advertising a heartwarming film about a girl who learns how to love from a magical reindeer. The advertisement came on while I was dilating. I almost shot the thing out with my convulsions of laughter.
And yes, when you live in a world of bed pads, feminine hygiene, KY, and condoms over candles, this is the type of adolescent humor you tend to descend into.
Of course there is also the possibility that I'm healing. Honestly, it's hard to imagine much that would be more intrusive than what I've had done. And by that I mainly mean the breast augmentation. The SRSis just a few cm of skin being rearranged, it would be very minor if it wasn't so nerve rich and loaded with social significance. But the boob job. All sorts of muscles permanently dislodged, foreign objects permanently inserted in my chest, invasion through a lymph rich area. There's a lot to heal there. In any case, I'm tired tired tired.
Not that I had anything much to do today. Even if I was fully healed it's not looking good today and last night had to be one of the worst downpours I've ever seenl. A real taste of Thailand I guess. It was just insane. Lost satellite. Not that this was a tragedy. We watched Shrek 2, which I've never seen before. Nor Shrek for that matter either. Yes, victim of my own snobbery here. Why see Shrek, if it's popular it must be shit. (What, you didn't know I was aware that I'm a horrible horrible snob? Of course. My God, I'm descended from Yankee Blue Bloods, we're outright proud of it.) Absolutely loved the movie. I'll probably go buy both of them.
Ooh, and here comes the thunder for another round.
HBO has run out of movies to show us. We don't have cinemax which is a true tragedy. They are advertising a heartwarming film about a girl who learns how to love from a magical reindeer. The advertisement came on while I was dilating. I almost shot the thing out with my convulsions of laughter.
And yes, when you live in a world of bed pads, feminine hygiene, KY, and condoms over candles, this is the type of adolescent humor you tend to descend into.
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Date: 2005-06-04 12:52 am (UTC)I don't have an excuse for my juvenile humor, though.