And they say there's global warming.... hippie rat bastards.

I know my next post was supposed to wow you with my knowledge of the meat and fishing industries but it has to be postponed. I couldn't help myself: its snowing.

Kinda snowing downtown, but mostly at my apartment where, of course, I am not. When I left it was goin' at it and had accumulated to an inch. Maybe I'll come home to three?

And then I leave for Florida tomorrow at the butt crack of dawn. Change in weather, no?

Oh, dear....

I've been pondering writing a post related to my latest research paper about the meat and fish industries and the environment (and don't worry, its not a lot of hippie horse pucky, just good info for the environmentally conscious) for the past few weeks. It will come shortly, and will ASTOUND you all. Astound, I tells ya.

But in the meanwhile, I thought I might blog uponst my most recent neurotic happening. The other morning, I was mid-sleep, waiting for James to come home from Seattle, when what should happen but a searing, crunching pain should find itself on the right side of my neck. I fall back asleep cause I'm that incoherent when I sleep. The next day, my neck hurts a lot on the right side. I feel the apex of the pain. There's a small, pea-sized lump just under my jawline, under my ear. Its hard and painful to the touch. Now, like any good hypochondriac, I proceed to poke and prod at it, making it hurt more and more with each jab. I start to think about the professor I know at my last job who grew GIGANTIC tumors all over her neck from lymphoma. She looked like a bullfrog after a month or two. I repress it. Hours later, I wake up from a terrifying dream where I have tumors the size of softballs on my head. I decide to go to Urgent Care on my lunch break.

So I go to the Dr, who tells me it is in fact just a swollen lymph node (apparently they can be pea sized after all and not just the standard marble sized) and I have a mild infection of some sort that doesn't require any sort of testing or antibiotics. Ahhhh........

So I went from oh-my-god-I-have-cancer-and-I'm-going-to-die! to your-gland-is-swollen-from-cold-season in a matter of moments. Such is my life.
Although I should say that I felt WONDERFUL on the walk back to my work. It was like a second chance at life. And then I got anxious from all the worry. I'm a veritable ball of nerves, people.

Expect insightful and astounding postage within the fortnight.

ARRRRRGGGGH!!!!!

I've recently realized that I am a HATEFUL person. So many times during the day I'll say something to James that begins with "You know what I reaaaallllly hate?..." Recent examples include the term "fuel economy", those black leggings that only go to your ankles, and cilantro. Some of them are purely subjective, like the leggings. But some of them (like the term "fuel economy") are completely nonsensical. I call them my many irrational hatreds. Everyone has them, but I seem to have more than most. What are some of your irrational or subjective day-to-day annoyances?