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Oh, but I'm feeling good. I'm fresh out of a shower so hot my skin is still tingling, I've been to the chiropractor, and I had nummy food which I did not have to prepare. It doesn't get much better than this, folks. Well. Unless my sweetie wasn't sick. And we were rich. And had an indoor pool. And I had just discovered a cure for cancer and eliminated terrorism. Okay, so it does get better, but not very often.

That's pretty funny, really, because I went on three miniature rants before I went to shower. M requested that I write in my journal because I was being funny, but now I'm not angry anymore, and therefore those things I was venting about are no longer humorous either. For example: the editor of a newsletter doesn't attend literary group meetings. That's not funny or particularly enraging, but I really went on about it earlier, using all sorts of rude words. Who, me? Mood swings? Naahh..

Oh! We got a Christmas card today from denyeverything, along with a picture of one of my favorite little girls. ;) *beam* That made my evening, Steph!

Anyway. I've spent an extraordinarily dorky day brushing up on CSS skills... and enjoying it. For real. I have very boring plans that I won't go into yet, and they require a bit of prep work on my part. It's really getting time to start looking seriously at a layout for MM, and I have a half-formed thought on how it should be congealing in my head. I haven't worked on any of the paperwork for the zine today. I'm calling it paperwork but I guess that's not the best word. Just the little typos, adding bios, sending emails and stuff. Really need to send a certain lizard an email, for example. M called yesterday and broke my concentration just as I was getting something ready to send on, then I completely forgot that I didn't send it. Blame M, right? :)

All the world's a shade of black and purple.

While at the house, I went on a mini-rant about SUVs and how people want one because they "look cool" with absolutely no regard to safety and that bugs the crap out of me. My mom nudged me--as it turns out, both of my aunts were present, and they both want one. Oops. ;)

The news was on in the background, and in fact was what inspired that little tidbit. I was vastly amused by the commentator, though.. he was obviously struggling to create a signature voice of some sort. Then he started speaking of Iraq, and when he said "Geehaad" I just couldn't hold in the laughter, picturing a shady-looking terrorist on the back of a horse or some other large hairy beast, brandishing a rope or whatever it is that cowboy terrorists brandish, yelling "Geeehaaad!" at the top of his lungs. M got it immediately, which is one good reason for marrying him--no one else ever gets the things that I laugh about, and this was no exception.

Also, I'm deeply touched that so many, many people all around the world care so deeply about the health of my colon. I would just like to assure everyone that I have the utmost respect for colon care, and if ever I should require assistance regarding this matter, I will contact all of you generous souls immediately. Until then, please leave me the hell alone. Thank you so much.