O.Hai.

My tribute to the LOLcats, whom I adore beyond all reason. I have never been one for sappy cat pictures (which always seem to be posted around the desk areas where doctor's nurses and/or receptionists work; why is that?) but I love me the LOLcats. I am especially fond of Ceiling Cat, since my late BooBoo loved to sit on my bed and stare hopefully up at the ceiling, even when no one was upstairs walking around, and now that I have come to know Ceiling Cat, I have to assume that's what he was looking at. Or for.

Moving on.

Long day today. Hall duty, followed by boring boring boring, followed by endless P.A. announcements about nothing, followed by theatre-of-the-absurd email from one of our fearless leaders, followed by not leaving school soon enough. I'm going to see the doctor after school, my once-every-three-weeks visit (I wonder how long that keeps up), followed by going to R's to feed the cat, followed by dropping off her car for service. She says she will bring me something really nice from Paris. I don't actually believe it, but I deserve it. I also need to run some items through the wash for her before Saturday night. Thank god they're going away for several days next week; I really need the vacation.

And Lost tonight. I'm afraid it's getting too complicated for me to follow. I'm also afraid that when it's all over and all the questions have been answered, I'll still be sitting there saying "WTF was all that?" and I won't get it even when I know, and nobody will.

Later.

Back from my tasks in the world. The doctor (and Personality Nurse, one of his two assistants) were tickled pink with my progress, so much so, that finally I asked them if most people don't make progress like this. They hesitated, and then said it wasn't that, but it was that I was just so, so sick when they originally saw me, and my progress from there is pretty amazing to them because it's like I'm a different person. And so, my inflammation is down, he is not touching my medication, I had a bag of McDonald's fries with dinner, and I'm getting some edamame over the weekend, so there.

Now I need to call the MIL, who called for a doctor's report while I was out feeding the cat, who is cute as anything but who will not hold still for a decent photograph.

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