writing meatilly about my life Well, not much new here. Still dealing with this butt pain situation. You know that there are quite a few online anal fissure support groups? Yeah, I can believe it. This is hell. I haven't actually joined one, however, because having actual ass-centered conversations with complete strangers isn't my cup 'o tea. Well, I guess I have done it a few times, but still...I think this nitroglycerine is working, though. Every time I apply it, I can't keep from yelling "fire in the hole!" It does give me a hell of a headache, though, and makes me feel crappy. I've also been weepy and depressed. I guess it could have something to do with this great book I'm reading: one of the main characters just died a horrible, grisly, well-described death of "childbed fever". That's what you get for reading historical fiction. And it wasn't like The Autobiography of Henry the Eighth (I don't know how to make this thing underline!), at least in that one I knew what was coming, and George isn't as good of an author as Penman, she can't make your heart drop into your shoes quite as meatilly (is meatilly a word? Root word= meat). The Reckoning is about some obscure-ish Welsh prince of the late 13th century, so I had no idea. History does not make for many happy endings. Of course the Boo is awake. |