after all my bitching at him, boyfriend still came to visit me. To love me. It all works out in the end.
Some good news, some not good news, it's all the same.
I wish there was more to say, but when I'm tied to a pole via a needle, there's not much new to say.
I've been wearing my East/West Karate shirt today, and gotten a lot of questions on it. Reminding me that, in another lifetime, I was a great karate instructor with promising athletic abilities and the best job in the world. Funny how quickly things change.
Edit: Also, the doc on call today looks like Dan Rott. The End.