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I had my follow-up with the doctor this morning -- I am cancer-free, hooray! Except now I need to find something else to worry about. Hmm, I haven't been following current events for the last few days; is there anything of concern happening in the world lately?
September 30, 2008 2:31 PM |
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While I was cleaning and changing the gauze on yesterday's mole removal, I decided to take a picture. And oh my God, it's disgusting. Seriously. It's the grossest picture I have ever taken of anything, ever. It is literally the inside of my body. Not very deep inside, of course -- not even all the way through my layers of skin -- but still. Oh my God. It's insides. I was shaking, it was so gross. Should I post it to Twitter?
September 24, 2008 11:44 PM |
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Today I uncovered and cleaned the site of yesterday's excision. Yuck! Having a several-millimeter deep hole in your skin looks exactly what you'd expect it too. Unfortunately. Footnote: Google's top result for "post operation skin care" is an advertisement for emu oil.
September 24, 2008 6:22 PM |
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Barbara Boxer -- of whom I am generally a fan -- sent out a mass email today, asking for input relating to CA transportation. Here's my reply. I'm sorry, but this isn't very funny or interesting, unless you're the kind of person who finds this sort of thing interesting, which you are not. Dear Senator Boxer,
September 23, 2008 10:49 PM |
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I had an unwelcome visitor removed today -- the unpleasant blotch that popped up between my toes a month ago. Goodbye, blotch! I get the biopsy results next week. In the mean time, one of my coworkers sent out an out-of-office on my behalf. "Matt's OOO today," she wrote, to which someone responded, "But isn't Matt 'Oooooh!' every day?" They know me SO WELL there.
September 23, 2008 9:40 AM |
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Some awfully brutal comments on Elizabeth Wurtzel's essay about David Foster Wallace in NY Mag. I hope that when I'm gone people who barely knew me will use my death as a chance to talk all about themselves.and This is the first time I've felt really cynical since the whole thing happened. I wish I hadn't read this. Whew! Ouch. Well-crafted comments, of course, but still. Ouch.
September 22, 2008 8:35 PM |
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I just discovered that there's an incredible, outrageous limit to each Netflix queue -- just five hundred titles, and not a single title more -- and this is the movie with which I discovered it:
September 20, 2008 9:48 PM |
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All this morning, I was wondering why everyone was getting so upset by Lehman Brothers declaring bankruptcy; and then I discovered that the company is not, as I had previously thought, a men's clothing warehouse.
September 15, 2008 11:35 AM |
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Hint: yes.
September 15, 2008 11:35 AM |
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If you ask Google to define "patois," here is one of the results that it returns: Patois: the regional dialect of French spoken in the Caribbean; it differs significantly from the European form of the language and thus Mr. Rochester cannot understand it.
September 10, 2008 11:43 PM |
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