I'm never excited about a doctor's appointment but if I were going to be, today's would have been it. In and out in 30 minutes and everything's normal. My doctor is the friendliest doctor I've ever been to. The boy thinks he just really likes his job. 'Cause what straight man could be upset by examining coochies all day? Anyway. 20 minutes ago, the nurse calls and leaves a message because my slow ass can't get to the phone on time. I call her back. Twice. She calls me back again and says "Remember when you came in and we drew blood to check for Rubella immunity? Well, it turns out they gave me the wrong test codes so the test has to be redone with the proper codes. Does that make sense?" *sigh* I hate being stuck with needles. Not because of the normal blood-squeamishness that most people have. No. Because of the massive Bruce Li just kicked my ass bruise it leaves on my arm. Bleh. I look like an inept smack addict. (That's assuming that smack is something one shoots up. I don't know. heh. I am mercifully drug-stupid.)

Anyway.

A little over a week ago, one of my exes emailed me. It was a mass emailing so it was just neat to be included in the 'how the hell are you'. Anyway. I emailed him back and gave him the short version: 'laid off, hired, married, promoted and how are you?' Then I get another email from him saying he's still in Arizona, trying to create a Japanese meditation garden so he can chill out and not kill the wife. My response to all that was a bit more 'hah! i'm so happy I could PEE' than most people want to hear and I haven't gotten any more emails. From anyone. heh.

This is for the better, I'm sure. Because I AM so happy I could pee. In your cheerios, probably. So look out!

I do miss talking to that boy, tho. He always had good perspective. He was there when I kicked all the roommates out. He told me it was for the best and that they'd get over it and I'm sure they did. Those crazy bitches. (Just kidding, Misty. You're not a bitch.)