1.) I am bored and irritated with the internet. And most people in general. And reading the news makes me want to start campaigning to enact mandatory sterilization of complete imbeciles.<\/p>\n
2.) I’ve been listening to a lot of Glee music. (Though mostly just songs featuring Kurt and Blaine.) Because sometimes a person just needs to drown out the incessant noise with painfully awkward music numbers<\/a><\/b>.<\/p>\n 3.) Writer’s block is kicking my ass and draining my soul.<\/p>\n 4.) Bob thinks it’s been too long since I’ve gotten my hands on new music.<\/p>\n 5.) Numbers three and four may or may not be related.<\/p>\n 6.) I got a letter telling me that my primary doctor is leaving Park Nicollet. Well fuck.<\/p>\n 7.) I finally had my neurologist appointment. It went nothing like I expected. Next week I’m getting wired up for a 5-day ambulatory EEG. Which means electrodes GLUED<\/i> to my head, daily trips to the clinic to download the previous day’s data, and NO SHOWERING THE ENTIRE TIME<\/i>. I had to buy new clothes because I can’t wear any shirts that pull over my head and I don’t own any such thing that isn’t a hoodie and it’s June and 80-some degrees outside. I won’t 8.) Last week I smelled overpowering cigarette smoke for five days straight. I’m willing to bet cash money that next week—when I’m being monitored by medical technology—I won’t smell it at all.<\/p>\n 9.) beat a dead horse<\/s> launch a tirade about the insurance company until after I get the statement telling me they’re not going to pay for this test either.<\/p>\n