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I haven't felt much like posting the past day or so. Mostly because my eyes have been too crusty to stare at the computer for a long period of time, and also because there isn't too much new to report. Gawd, I hate the Spring. The first half of it, it can't make up it's mind whether it wants to be winter or not. The second half it's warm enough, but then all the flora decides to use the wind for its nefarious reproductive purposes, thereby making everyone caught in the crossfire a sneezy, itchy wreck. Though I do find it perversely funny that I'm allergic to what is essentially tree sperm. And then by the time the planet's raging hormones have settled down, you still can't enjoy anything because all of this time the mosquitoes have been secretly plotting their death strategy for humanity.

Give me a long snowy winter over this bullshit any day. Or maybe a long, lazy autumn. Spring can go hang.

All right, I lied, little things have happened in the past two days. I fell off my bike yesterday on my way home, which in itself isn't a big deal but as I have to fall off my bike at least once per "season." I'm happy that I got my first fall over with this soon, with a minimum of damage to my person. I was heading up the shorter and steeper way home, up Rt. 9 (which is much less intimidating in practice than it is in theory) got all the way up Smith campus and was about to cross Paradise Road to the other side of the Quad when some bitch in a silver Audi or mercedes decides its a great idea to make a left turn without checking the sidewalk first. So I screech to a stop and put my foot down, only to have my ankle turn on me, and I can't stumble effectively with a bike between my legs! So I fell. Luckily the three chicks hanging out outside of the Smith house on the corner were really nice to me. Told them to say hi to mereunit for me. Wonder if, in her finals and homework induced insanity, she got the message. Anyway, I got back up, dusted off, grumbled a bit, got back on the bike and came home.

I've also managed to write a little here and there. I now have an prologue to the psycho killer nerd story. Still haven't thought of a title yet. It's awful right now, it needs some reworking before it's ready for human consumption. But I've at least started to write the thing, and starting is the second hardest part of doing this. (finishing, of course, being the hardest part.) We'll see how it goes. if I get to a point where I can write these things consistantly, I'll start posting bits for feedback.

Other than that, nothing much has happened. The other three whores of the apocalypse are still in varying stages of chronically ill. sundart is finally looking seriously into seeing a doctor, meanwhile the doctor beatgoddess is seeing has found new and exciting ways of being psychologically damaging to her patient and refuses to get past the fact that beatgoddess is not accepting "you're fat, everything that can be possibly wrong with you stems from the fact that you're fat, diet" as a diagnosis and treatment plan for her apnea and other issues.
Dieting has at most a 10% success rate, as 90-98 percent of people who diet gain the weight back. Most of the more extreme treatments for apnea have at least a 30% success rate, and yet all this puswad can spout is "Diet." Not helpful, especially when your patient has a history of eating disorders. And when beatgoddess actually pointed out the 90% failure rate, the doctor responded with "But look at the other 10%!" (Check beatgoddess's live journal for "Dr. Fatphobe's a Stupid Bitch in D Minor extended batshit remix")

*bang head against monitor*

Other than that everyone seems to be fine. I have to go bury myself under a cubic buttload of work at work now.

Meal of the Beast

Two amusing observations:

1) I really like getting lunch at the Vermont Country Deli downtown. Especially when I get a sandwich and a large chocolate chip cookie because after tax, the total is $6.66. I've had a couple of superstitious cashiers there refuse to tell me the total for fear Satan himself would drop in for lunch or something. Dunno, I'd imagine that would be a selling point . . .

2) Anyone out there remember their high school physics? Was it one of Newton's laws that says "objects in motion tend to stay in motion; objects at rest tend to stay at rest?" anyone who knows, drop me a comment, because to my utter amusement today I found myself chanting that under my breath as I chugged uphill on my bike towards home this afternoon, and realized that I do that every time I have to do any laborious pedaling. God, I'm such a geek.