All in all, an easy hospital stay if we don't count the day I was a heroine addict. We never like to count those days. Once again I must say, I don't know how those crackheads do it. Being high is certainly a low.
My cat was glad to see me, and thanks to J-Teach, she hasn't been too obnoxious. In the mail upon my arrival I received a beautious necklace from grad school home D-ramie^, and a Tivo wifi adapter that I actually gave CysticDad for Christmas. Something tells me that they have given up on Tivo over there at the CysticParents house. Not me.
Wanna hear a funny joke? When I was in the hospital one of the times this winter, there were two things that happened around the house that my mother thought were too stressful to mention, and she didn't want to tell me because we were trying to keep my blood pressure down. These two pieces of information, my mother thought, would send me into the palpitations! One: I got a letter from my job that they weren't renewing my contract. Two: My TIVO had run out of memory and had stopped Tivo-ing.
I digress, I am home now. My "Jill Zarin" post is not yet ready, though I know the world awaits it. It is sure to disappoint after such high hopes have built.
And, I have long been working on a post called, "Ex Boyfriend Curiosity Syndrome: Why it Afflicts, and How to Cure It," with a picture attached that T-Money found on an evening when this epidemic afflicted her, personally. The picture features her ex running and jumping on the beach with his new, chubby, honey, in what appears to be an ad for the music group "Wham!"
Just to give you something to look forward to. Goodnight, love,