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I woke up at 4:00 this morning. Didn�t go back to sleep until after 5. Not sure what woke me up. I really hate that.
Of course, by the time I fell asleep again, it was almost time to get up. Consequently, I�m moving a little slowly today. AND I still hadn�t quite figured out what I was planning to wear to work, since I have to be dressed appropriately for my mystery dinner tonight. The Boyfriend won�t tell me where we�re going, but mentioned as I was eating my grilled cheese last night at Friendly�s that tonight�s dinner would be pretty much the opposite of last night�s.
I�m a little frightened. But in as good a way as possible.
We stopped at Friendly�s on the way back from the hospital. Despite my mom�s repeatedly telling me I couldn�t go see her, we went to see her. And she looks and feels remarkably good, considering she had half her insides removed two days ago.
Her doctor took a Polaroid of the enlarged cyst. It�s got a 4.5-inch diameter. Actually, it looks like one of those Bubballoon bubbles I used to blow as a kid. Do you remember those�the stuff came in a little tube, and you�d squeeze out a little ball of it and stick it on a straw, then blow into the straw, and the goo would form a bubble at the end. Usually, it would have colors all swirled through it and be shiny. Well, that�s exactly what the cyst looked like�a red and white bubballoon.
TMI? Let me change the subject
I grabbed a copy of the Boston Phoenix to read on my bus ride to work this morning. There�s a big article on how everyone is up in arms about the prospect of Elton John performing a song with Eminem at this year�s Grammy Awards. Not my favorite thing to read this morning, especially on an empty stomach. I hate Eminem. And I question what would ever make Elton John think this was a good idea. But�hey�what do I know?
My Sitemeter has gone weird on me. I�m afraid to try and fix it because I don�t want to mess up the lovely page layout Twiggle designed for me. Hey�if you stop in, and you read something you like, and you go on and read 14 other pages of my diary, please sign the guestbook. Say hello. Don�t make me wonder. Please?
I have to go type minutes for a meeting this afternoon. Doesn�t that sound like fun?
Happy Friday, all.
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