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I am a terribly hypocrite when it comes to blogging. I want new stuff on every blog I read every day. EVERY DAY! GIMME MORE! because of course all of the people I read are insightful or touching or beautiful or creative or make me laugh so hard milk will shoot out my nose, regardless of if I am drinking milk or not. They're just that good. And my day is ruined if I can't get my fix on their lives every day.

And yet here I am, lucky to put out a post a week. Sometimes I post as often as three times a week! Oooo.

I'm not sure how many folks would miss me reading their blog any more- or even notice I am reading it. It's just so personal. Here's my undies! /wave. And then of course, I hope you care and aren't just reading like waiting for the train wreck to happen.

Talked to my brother about his derriere's general health. Apparently, he had similar difficulties within the last year. So I've collected more info to share with my doc and dug up the pictures of my insides from the colonoscopy of 5 years ago. It looks like an octopus put little sucker rings all over the insides of my colon. Pretty artistic... or disturbing. I remember the gastroenterologist last time declaring my colonoscopy as "interesting" and that's not something a patient wants to hear from a doctor. I want to be boringly healthy. It's my favorite fantasy. Walk into a perfume shop and just inhale. Wouldn't that be lovely? How about a florist?

I am tempted very tempted to apply to my vet's office as a part time receptionist. They need one. I have experience. However... I worry about breathing there. It would pay better than the current job, however.  ¶ 7:51 PM