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Ugh. I should be sleeping but I'm anxious about the surgery tomorrow...wait, today! Waah!
So, I'm using this crazy nervous energy constructively, by making, photographing, & listing this mask on Etsy...
A Venetian Raven. Doing all the little swirlies puts me at ease.
So...yep. Very nervous. I'm not going all the way under this time, but then that leaves me to wonder how much of this procedure I will actually be feeling. Which scares me. I'm such a baby when it comes to pain.
Also, I know I'm getting valium tomorrow ( today! woe!)...sweet valium. Which turns me into a yammering, babbling fool. Which makes me worry about what might come out of my mouth. I'm outrageous enough without drugs. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait. It's going to be fun. (this sarcasm meter goes to eleven).
And on that note, I must say that my husband rocks because tonight he bought us FRONT ROW TICKETS TO THE POLICE CONCERT. Front row! And guess what? ELVIS COSTELLO IS OPENING. Yes, I'm shouting about it. Frankly, I also rock because I bought my own ticket, really. They were crazy expensive ($200! Each!) but I had to see them one more time. The last time I saw them I was just a kid & it was in '84, their last tour before they broke up. I think I still have a crush on Stewart Copeland. *checking* Yep, I still do.
I told Greg that since we're in the front row, I'm going to make a BIG sign that says "HI STING!! I'M JOHN'S SISTER! REMEMBER JOHN? HE LET YOU EAT HIS PEAS!!" It's a long story and it's all true.
One last note...anyone who is worried about Res? Don't worry, I got an e-mail from her & she's just fine.
That's all. Wish me luck with my surgery tomorrow (TODAY! TODAY!) "O__o"
So, I'm using this crazy nervous energy constructively, by making, photographing, & listing this mask on Etsy...
A Venetian Raven. Doing all the little swirlies puts me at ease.
So...yep. Very nervous. I'm not going all the way under this time, but then that leaves me to wonder how much of this procedure I will actually be feeling. Which scares me. I'm such a baby when it comes to pain.
Also, I know I'm getting valium tomorrow ( today! woe!)...sweet valium. Which turns me into a yammering, babbling fool. Which makes me worry about what might come out of my mouth. I'm outrageous enough without drugs. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait. It's going to be fun. (this sarcasm meter goes to eleven).
In other news, I may have actually found a couple of international pen pals who aren't totally creepy! Time will tell. I edited my profile (again) to make it very clear that I'm "not looking for a boyfriend so PLEASE don't e-mail me & ask me to marry you...because I will laugh. And say no." And that seems to have done the trick. ^__^ Color me happy, 'cause for a while there I felt like I was trapped in some bizarro version of reality & it made me very uncomfortable.
I really worry about all the lonely, vulnerable women out there who are undoubtedly pounced upon at these sites, though. All you need is the word "American" in your profile, I'm sure, for the offers to start rolling in. I've fielded, no lie, over 200 "offers" so far. I'm not going to delude myself by imagining it was my picture that got me noticed, it's such a terribly plain picture of me & I'm no classical beauty (I think the best that can be said for me is that I'm still cute!). How many women actually DO marry these guys?? It worries me, greatly. Desire for a nationality change seems such a tenuous, capricious thing to base a marriage on. *shudder*
I really worry about all the lonely, vulnerable women out there who are undoubtedly pounced upon at these sites, though. All you need is the word "American" in your profile, I'm sure, for the offers to start rolling in. I've fielded, no lie, over 200 "offers" so far. I'm not going to delude myself by imagining it was my picture that got me noticed, it's such a terribly plain picture of me & I'm no classical beauty (I think the best that can be said for me is that I'm still cute!). How many women actually DO marry these guys?? It worries me, greatly. Desire for a nationality change seems such a tenuous, capricious thing to base a marriage on. *shudder*
And on that note, I must say that my husband rocks because tonight he bought us FRONT ROW TICKETS TO THE POLICE CONCERT. Front row! And guess what? ELVIS COSTELLO IS OPENING. Yes, I'm shouting about it. Frankly, I also rock because I bought my own ticket, really. They were crazy expensive ($200! Each!) but I had to see them one more time. The last time I saw them I was just a kid & it was in '84, their last tour before they broke up. I think I still have a crush on Stewart Copeland. *checking* Yep, I still do.
I told Greg that since we're in the front row, I'm going to make a BIG sign that says "HI STING!! I'M JOHN'S SISTER! REMEMBER JOHN? HE LET YOU EAT HIS PEAS!!" It's a long story and it's all true.
One last note...anyone who is worried about Res? Don't worry, I got an e-mail from her & she's just fine.
That's all. Wish me luck with my surgery tomorrow (TODAY! TODAY!) "O__o"
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I tried emailing via AOHell address you'd given me before, and it bounced. Will send note via Etsy Contact.