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My right testicle is pregnant with twins. The abortion is Wednesday. In other words, I have cancer. You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to say that. "My balls got an ultrasound." It's hilarious. I was giggling inside even as I saw what is likely a pair of germ cell tumors snuggled up inside one of m'boys. More on that in a bit. We've scheduled the surgery for next Wednesday. I'll be off my feet for a couple weeks and further recovering for another couple. Of course the timing is terrible. Things were finally starting to fall into place. I'm working at a restaurant these days, some nights making more than I'd make for a whole week's labor at the store I was at before. At the end of this month I finally move out of my parents and closer to campus. I was about to start up yoga and swimming again in an effort to get toned and sexy again. School hadn't killed me; I managed all A's for the semester. I was also gearing up to pur...

No, I'm not here to slaughter you, your family, or your eyes with this post. But maybe your family's eyes. Hm. I just needa kill some time before calling my job back to see if they need me for my call in. Apparently the line is busy. Gasp! Other people! Using my job's phone! BLASPHEMY! In other news, this lady made my day yesterday. I was signing her up for an AERewards card, and she marveled at how fast I was typing. Like a good couple times. And then she asked, "Are you are writer or something??" To which I beamed, "Why, yes I am." Then added, "I also use a typewriter for drafting." She gasped at this. Apparently I brought back some PTSD type memories of writing term papers on typewriters back in the 19__'s. Still though, it was pretty awesome :D

It's a wondrous thing. Also, evil. It never flows quite right, it seems. It always plays tricks on me. I've read that the perception of (the passage of) time can be heavily affected by ADD. It's distorted by everything from the moment to moment inattentiveness to excitement. This means I often tend not to realize how long things take or will take--that is, how long I took doing something or how long I'll need to do something. I've learned to cope with it (mostly); other people think I'm crazy sometimes, othertimes they think I'm just bullshitting them. But there's a reason, a method to my madness. Or unmadness. Either way. For example: Because of a scheduling snafu--or as I like to call them, a clerical error*--I was scheduled to potentially work today when I was already supposed to be at an appointment. My manager said it was ok if I came in later on (if they end up needing me at all). Naturally he asked when I expected I could get to the sto...