So I had my first physical therapy appointment today, and it turns out a lot of the reason I have so much neck and back pain is because I'm double jointed, (officially called hypermobility) not just in my shoulders, but in most joints in my body. Enough so that the therapist was a bit creeped out while doing the exam. Apparently this means that my joints are naturally very weak or something. So there you go callmegim, there's the reason why all the war on my back couldn't work or wouldn't hold...I guess you can't fight bone structure. This also explains, for those of you that know me IRL, why I have the noisiest, most popping-est skeletal structure in history and am forever stretching something. Now, to learn new exercises to make it hurt less!!

Please, forgive me for having a teenage girl-esque moment of excitement, but...

Oh my god, so exciting!!

One sentence.

Fresh strawberries, ripe from the field, dipped in Lindt chocolate and chilled.

Holy shit.

Next time I'm adding rose water.

Also, is the mosquito population reaching plague levels anywhere besides Madison, WI? I am normally a nonviolent person, but these days I really find myself indulging in fantasies of trapping them all and setting them on fire. Seriously. I walk in a cloud of them. A stinging, itching, bloody cloud. First the plague of snow, then the plague of rain, now Wisconsinite locusts. I feel like I should spread the blood of something slain on my lintels.

And, finally: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crIJvcWkVcs

*waves to all*

...by the size of the snowflakes. A month ago they were hard and pelt-ey; now they're soft and the size of quarters. And accumulating merrily.

*sigh* Fuck you, Wisconsin. Seriously. Fuck you. Eee-nough already. I do not live in Alaska for a reason.

The new banner of "I Blame the Patriarchy" is fucking hilarious. 

My immediate coworker plays nothing but pop music in the school of poorly executed cheerleading. You know the kind...overly repeated inanities, no melody to speak of, and the same rhythm in every damn song. If the word can even be employed.

Help....please, please help.... *sob*!

So, a little long, but full of hilarious...

The only thing that could have made those movies even worse.

HOORAY I HAVE A CAT SITTER. (and she is really nice)

WOOT HOLIDAY PLANS ARE BACK ON!!

So I came home today to a voicemail from a random guy...who's looking for a Mistress Sappho, who I think from the rest of the message is a dom.

Not only is that weird, but a vm...from a guy...looking for Mistress Sappho?? Hello dude, I think she gave you the wrong number b/c she's not interested in you...um, the name really could have tipped you off on that one...

*sigh* Life is weird. I am so confused.

I wish I could invite you all over right now. I just made a giant pot of black bean chili, and a huge pan of lasagna.

Please do not ask what brought on this sudden fit of domesticity, I have no idea myself. I do know, however, that this means I will be eating chili and lasagna for at least a week. :-P

Random, I know, but I'm domestic infrequently enough that I thought it was newsworthy.

So, guess who's going to be in Chicago in the near future?

Within Temptation! Squeee!!!

Guess who else?

Squeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Road trips!! Road trips!!!

So, I had another tooth ripped out today, and after having the wisdom teeth pulled a few months ago and spending over a week in awful pain, kind of figured that this would be a lesser version of the same. Weirdly, it barely hurts at all. I mean, it feels like I have a little cut in my mouth, but that's it. I am pleasantly surprised. Also, it's kinda surreal to sit and watch people pull bloody bits of bone out of your mouth with what looks like medieval torture devices ( I swear, the guy basically used an awl, a tiny crowbar, and a very hardcore needle-nose pliers), especially when it really doesn't hurt at the time. But hey, no more headaches is a good thing. :-)

HOLY CRAP I finally got my computer back. I missed her muchly.

*hugs laptop*

http://easypersiflage.com/blameforum/index.php?topic=472.0

I have no damn words. The only good thing is that one poster found the appropriate place to send letters of protest.

Go forth and protest, my friends. Go forth and protest.

Okay. So. Now, I called the vet *back* in order to try to get her to reexplain everything, as I was sort of horrified when I called her two days ago and only got about every third word. ( Content )
*sigh*

I am damn emotionally exhausted.

I just heard back from the vet on Gavin's recent tests, and unless they somehow caught him on a "really high day," despite the fact that he is acting pretty happy (albeit very mellow), it seems that he is failing with a certain rapidity. I offer this information now because some of you out there also have some affection for him, so I thought you would want to know. If you would like to see him again (and I do not assume that seeing a cat has a high priority on anyone's list necessarily, only I am that crazy), you may want to try to fairly soon. He is acting just fine still, but the kidney failure is now causing anemia, and the heart murmur is bad too. All his labs are up significantly, and he is...well, very sleepy all the time. The vet called this the "final stages" of renal failure. So...yeah. I guess I just haven't wanted to think about the fact that my best little friend has a terminal illness.

Also, please don't condole with me yet, okay? It's just too morbid while he's hanging out here snoring happily. Let's just say that I am enjoying as much time with him as I possibly can right now.

So, whoever says that you will be healed up from having your wisdom teeth out in two days' time is a horrible pathological liar.

God, I kinda want to die right now. Also, trying to go to work three days after a procedure is a *very bad* idea. Once the dizzy kicked in on top of the exhaustion and pain, I figured, you know, maybe the four ppl that have come up to me and told me I look like death have a point.

Well, here's to hoping things are okay by Monday. At least my boss was very nice about it. :-D

*Addendum*, as I didn't get to post this until a day later: I feel like one of the primary side-effects of having one's wisdom teeth out should *not* be sleeping for sixteen hours a day. I mean, sleep is nice, but I'm tired of being awake for only a couple of hours at a time.

This puts so much that I try to explain to people into such a compact form. Had to share. :-)

http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2007/04/02/footnote-to-blaming-greatness-the-what-about-the-men-section/#comment-49371

PS-I'm not sure agree with exactly *all* of it, but it's a good 98%, so close enough.