Aimee

Well, while I don't particularly feel all that much better, my mood has become a lot sunnier, which is rather odd I know, but I'm not gonna complain cause this improvement in my mood means I no longer wish to physically harm anyone (or not too many people) and that's a lovely thing.

I finally scheduled my follow-up appointment with Dr. F, it wasn't looking good for a bit there because they kept bouncing me to voice mail and I fucking hate voice mail, but someone finally answered this morning so we're all good, I see the man this Friday at 9:40 in the morning. The surgeon (who's name I now know because he left it on the message that he, for reasons that elude me, left on my mom's cell phone) wants me to give him a ring and really, I've tried, but there's another office that constantly bounces you to voice mail and honestly, I have no patience for that nonsense so whether or not I actually ever get to find out why it is he's wanting to speak with me remains a mystery, but I'm figuring he just wants a follow-up too.

Have I ever mentioned how I still, to this day, maintain a huge case of "hero worship" for Dr. F? He did deliver my Cameron after all, how could he not be a hero?

Speaking of Cameron, that child has gone and done something (completely accidental, mind you) that will no doubt have me bickering with one of the neighbors (again). Sigh. I just want a little peace, you know? Is that too much to ask? Plus, I feel entirely too icky to be arguing with anyone over anything just now. Sucks to be me. Drew suggested last night that when she finally manages to corner me (and that'll more than likely be tonight--dammit) I should just tell her to kiss my ass and had she actually caught me last night, I just might've, but I'm not thinking that'd be the best move. So, I'm not sure exactly how I'm going to handle this one yet, but it'll no doubt be interesting.

I finally roused myself enough to get the invitations for Cameron's birthday party, now I just need to fill them out and get them in the mail (preferably BEFORE his birthday party) so I can get an idea of how many kids we're talking, you know, for party favor purposes and all--I have to order the damn things online because apparently Party City doesn't think Tony Hawk is near as cool as Cameron does. And mores the pity because I'd really rather just buy it there.

Anyhow, since I haven't done much more than lay on my fat ass for the last week and a half (although, I did go back to work this week and I'm really not at all happy about it), I had plenty of time to compose a nice long list of songs I want Christie to download so she can make me a CD (she'll probably bitch but I don't care, I want them!)and catch up on my reading (JD Robb's new book "Born in Death" is bad ass) and watch a whole mess of TV. Sounds productive, eh? I could've (and probably should've) written at least one of the three short (that'd be between 1000 and 2500 words) erotica stories I have to have ready for submittal by April, but meh, I have plenty of time and because I appear to love self-torture, I always do shit last minute.

And that's about all I got. I hope every ones having a lovely week.