And now for something completely...
2007-10-28 1:00 a.m.

So I was sitting around watching Tivo and wondering what I was going to do for Halloween. Then I remembered that I was invited to a Halloween party and that made me happy. Then I realized the party was probably for tonight not Wednesday night beause who the hell partied mid-week unless they're jobless or in their twenties and can work all hung-over. Wow, remember those days? Showing up to work that lovely pasty shade of bluish white and puking in the bathroom during your breaks? Okay, maybe that was just me that led that rock and roll lifestyle. I'm guessing I could assemble a costume and walk to the party. I bet it's still going, but I just don't think I can pull it all together in a reasonable amount of time. Plus, have you ever showed up at a party after midnight and you're the only sober person there? It's like everyone's speaking esperanto and you're desperately flipping through Esperanto For Beginner's Guide trying to figure out what's so funny. *Sigh* I'm a lame friend. I'm a lame human. If you looked up lame in the dictionary you probably wouldn't see my picture. You might see a picture of me next to the word lamé dressed in my Solid Gold Dancer outfit. If you don't know what a Solid Gold Dancer is, think of the Fly Girls. If you don't know what a Fly Girl is, then quit reading this blog, it's NC-17, and you're up past your bed time. Although blog entries don't reall have times do they. The blogosphere is timeless. Sort of like my hairstyle. At least that's what I keep telling myself when I look in the mirror. Word.

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2007-10-25 12:30 a.m.

I just signed up for NaNoWriMo and updated my profile. Check the little icon on the right. (I'm not exactly sure why they chose that horrid yellow color, maybe it looks nice on other computers, on mind it looks like a hideous 70s neon nightmare). If you're doing NaNo, please feel free to add me as a writing buddy. That's all. Squee.

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Sick, iPhones and Liars.
2007-10-24 1:23 p.m.

Purple for Lupus 233/365Two blog entries in two days? What the hell is going on here? I'll tell you. Nothing. Well, maybe it's the rain and the leaves turning gold. The chill of winter is coming and with it my creative mind is going into over drive and I feel like writing and living in a creative never never land. I'm feeling much better today. I'm still not very hungry but I don't feel sick to my stomach and my low back isn't hurting as badly as it was. I wonder if my bad hurt so much from staying in bed for so long. I have that 4 inch memory foam pad which is great for sleepiing but probably isn't supportive enough for spending the day sitting up in bed watching the tiny screen on my iPhone. Have I mentioned how much I love my iPhone? Well, I do. It rocks. I'm super happy the iCrack store has Black Jack now. I've been downloading the episodes one by one and watching them. Their choice of television shows is quite strange. I'll be happier when they start adding more anime and some mainstays like The Simpsons. I kind of like lolling in bed when I'm not feeling well and escaping into fantasy or giggling inanely over stupid cartoons. It makes me feel better. I'm also still digging the free lectures at iUniversity but they haven't been adding anything new in the literature or history sections.

I wish I had some exciting tales to tell all of you. Maybe I'll make up something exiciting for the next installment of KFK Online.

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Boot Dreams.
2007-10-23 2:17 p.m.

Doorway 235/365Surveys all the tumbleweeds rolling across the blog. Takes down the cobwebs and gives the pixels a good sweeping. Hi! I'm not dead and blogging from the great beyond. I've just been really really really really boring. I mean, I've been boring myself and I have an overactive imagination. This weekend was just awful. I could not get out of bed. Well, I got out of bed three times. Once to violently vomit everything out of my stomach. In fact, I am fairly certain that I am now missing my pancreas and gallbladder. I got out another time to take medication and eat five tortilla chips and one other time to pee. The rest of the time I was curled up under the covers shivering no matter how many pieces of clothing I was wearing and blankets I had piled on top of myself. At one point Trinity came in and decided to warm me up. I really didn't want to be snuggled, but she simply would not take no for an answer and burrowed under the blankets and pressed her round little body against my chest and purred into my ear until I quit shaking. Soon the purring turned to snorning and even I fell asleep, drooling on the top of her head. My ophthalmologist had my thyroid checked because she said I looked like someone with a fucked up thyroid. Apprarently there's a look and I had it. My test results came back the lowest end of normal so either I'm fine or my thyroid is slowly losing it's prime functioning skills. I think I'm starting to feel a bit better. I'm spending less time in bed and I'm eating a little bit. I have to go in for my bi monthly blood letting on Friday and if I'm not feeling better by then, I'm going to ask them to to do a full rheumatology panel. We haven't checked anything other than my CBC and liver and kidney functions in two years. I'm not sure how often we need to keep tabs on that other stuff. Is it just to diagnose or can they monitor the progression of the disease from those numbers? Is there a rheumatologist in the house? Is there a Dr. House in the house?

On a happy note...let's see, there has to be a happy note. I'm still snapping pictures over at Flickr. I'm getting super excited about NaNoWriMo and my characters are bugging me frequently. Work's been going fine. It was slow for a couple of months but now it's picking up again. I bought myself a super cute snappy pair of riding boots. Not that I go riding, but they give the illusion of riding in the rain, being thrown from the horse and having a handsome aristocrat wrap my ankle in a silk kerchief and carrying me against my healf hearted protestations to his manor house where he'd feed me warm brandy in front of a fire and we're partake in subversive witty reparte. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. New shoes. Cool boots.

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