OK, I think I've got the comment thing worked out. If not, Blogger's getting an email. ;-)

Testing... your attention please... the tension soon as someone mentions me...

(checking the comments thing)

Added a comments thing. We'll see how long it lasts.

Whoo! Made it most of the way through the day (I'll probably get out of here 30 minutes early). That's despite the main server crashing twice in the last 90 minutes, and the web server taking frequent smoke breaks. I don't feel too bad, actually.

Found this on Kurt's blog.

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Holy shit, this is funny. I shouldn't be laughing this hard, considering I got cut open a week ago, but I can't help it. Go read it.

Watching Raven try to play Mario Kart (or something like that) at the Game Stop yesterday was too cute. She's 6 1/2 (and very insistant on the 1/2) and quite the adorable blonde freckled little girl. One of the guys in the shop showed her how to hold the controller and move the thing around, and hilarity insues as she careens off walls and goes very fast in the wrong direction. Then we went to the library and she signed herself up for the summer reading program. Then we go to the Thai Lotus for their lunch buffet and she uses chopsticks.

I'll be heading in to work today... we'll see how long that lasts. ;-)

The removal of the staples was about as pleasant as you can expect. :-p Fortunately, my wound did not start stretching open immediately afterwards, so I can look forward to 2 - 3 weeks of steri-strips over the site.

The stitches around the stoma dissolve in a couple of weeks.

I'm crazy/bored enough to try to go to work tomorrow.

RIP Owen Hart.

I wonder what you'd be doing now.

Sorry I didn't type more while I was in the hospital, but it's hard to do so when you have an IV needles stuck in the back of your hand.

I'm doing OK. I'm in some pain, but not a lot of pain, and it's getting easier to move each time I try. I have staples from my belly button on down, stitches around my stoma, some scratches and abrasions on my abdomen, a hellacious bruise on my right arm from a heparin shot, and a smaller bruise on the inside of my right elbow from a blood draw. My stomach muscles are weak (coughing is a joke), and my back muscles are tight from holding myself funny.

But the fistula is gone. Removed. Not coming back. And there's no sign of inflammation anywhere else, so it wasn't Crohn's. I'll pay this price gladly.

twiddling thumbs

I hate waiting for the doctor...

Surgery went fine.

I should be home tomorrow.

I've got 2 1/2 inches of staples in me.

Will type more once they take the IV out of the back of my hand.

The bills are paid, I've showed and shaved, I'm packed.

"Let's get it on!"

I'm here slowly enjoying my last cup of coffee. It'll be days before I get another one, or at least another decent one. Sorry, but my coffee is NOT a clear liquid. Neither is Dad's, who taught me to make coffee. Neither was Grandma's, who's coffee was perfectly capable of more intelligent thought that most people.

I'm alright
Nobody worry 'bout me
Why you wanna give me a fight?
Why don't you just let me be?

Things to do today: (other than the prep stuff, which starts full force at noon) watch "King of Texas" or "Seven Samurai"; watch "Kenshin"; shave (it's the polite thing to do); finish up some laundey (so I have all my scrubs to take to the hospital); update my MP3 player.

And if the prep gets bad, I've got Phenergan, anti-nausea medicine that is gaurenteed to knock you out.

Damn, I wish I had DSL right about now... I'm feeling the need for some random JPop. Inspired by FF X-2, no doubt.

A report from the University of South Carolina says the state needs to do more to assure racial equality.

Well, no shit, Sherlock. You taken a peek inside the upper echelons of state government lately? Or the rosters of the biggest law firms (mine included, unfortunately)? How's about who's on top in USC?

Egads... there has either been some weird reverse-evaporation of this old whiskey, leaving nothing BUT the alcohol behind, or I'm WAAAY out of practice drinking this stuff...

NOAA says we're all gonna die this summer or something. Didn't they say this last year?

*pours a shot*

I figure this is my last chance to get drunk for a while, might as well take it. ;-)

Oh, and I'm ticked at myself. I didn't even think to check about whether or not old PS1 games could save on PS2 memory cards. The answer is no. I'll have to get one and start FF VII over.

BOOK 10:
Agememnon: Damn, what am I going to do? Menelaos, wake up!
Menelaos: What, you want someone to go look at the Trojans?
Agememnon: We need a plan. Go wake up the captains and meet us by the sentries.
Menelaos: OK.
Agememnon: Hey, Nestor wake up!
Nestor: What?
Agememnon: We need a plan.
Nestor: OK, go round up Diomedes, Aias, and the rest and let's go plan. Wake up, Diomedes!
Diomedes: What, damnit, I was sleeping.
Nestor: Meeting time
Nestor: OK, let's send a couple of folks out to the Trojan camp to spy. Any volunteers?
Diomedes: Oh, me! I'll go!
Nestor: OK, pick a partner
Diomesdes: I choose you, Odysseus!
Odysseus: Sweet, let's go! Athena, watch over me, OK?
Diomedes: Yeah, me too
Hector: Hmmm, we should send someone to go spy on them. The winner will get a chariot and two good horses from the Greeks after we kill them all.
Dolon: OH! Pick me!
Hector: OK, have fun
Odyssues: Hey, who's that sneaking off? Let's go get him!
Dolon: EEEK! *runs*
Diomedes: *throws spear and pins him to the ground*
Dolon: *cries* Don't kill me!
Odysseus: We won't if you tell us what you were doing out here.
Dolon: Spying! Hector would give me a prize for spying!
Odysseus: Oh really? Where's Hector?
Dolon: Holding a meeting over behind that funeral mound
Odysseus: And how is everyone camped out?
Dolon: Well, these Thracians just showed up ove there... Now, can we go so you can hold me for random?
Diomedes: SUCKER! *kills Dolon*
Odysseus: OK, there's the guys like he said, let's kill them and steal their horses
Diomedes: OK
Thracians: *die*
Nestor: Hey, what am I hearing, a lot of horses?
Odysseus: Lookit what we did!
Greeks: *cheer*

DAD HAS A JOB!!!!