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My god, why did I have to do skip=40 to catch up on my flist, today? Maybe it was just all the new stories being posted over at bujold_fic, but somehow I don't think so.

Yesterday must have been a successful birthday celebration because I was sick this morning. ;) Actually, I only had one drink and remember everything, but I had to wonder if they mixed it a little strong - I seriously woke up feeling like I'd had three. Maybe it was the whoopie pie ( for those not from Maine, this is a whoopie pie... )

and the foofoo Starbuck's coffee I had at work, or the French bread that came with the steamed mussels, or the black beans in the rice under the grilled shrimp-wrapped-in-bacon (topped with skinny cut deep-fried zucchini - mmm!!), (eta - I'm sure it couldn't have been the sundae we had for desert) but whatever it was I woke up during the night with my stomach quivering, and it was still doing so when I woke up again in the morning. Time, constant trips to the bathroom, and lots of redbush tea are making me feel better. :)

(more ETA - Eor took me out for dinner, as you already might have guessed if you could puzzle through his entry from afterward. I would also like to point out that he posted a rather decent pic of me (though I do have my dork-face on) from our camping trip, in case you missed it. Also, that the fire leaping up "like John Barleycorn"* even after being pounded by rain for two and a half hours was entirely due to his mad skillz as a pyromaniac, an obsession that runs in his family. ;))

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*I pretty much hate midi versions of songs, but that site has the lyrics I know.

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Well, my Dad just called to wish me happy birthday, and I told him about the potential breast reduction surgery. He's not in favor, and he's distressed by the idea. He feels that me disliking my breasts is me disliking myself, and he feels personally responsible for having raised me such that I dislike myself. I tried to explain that it's not the same, that I think I'll look more like my real self without these things hanging off my front like they do, but he doesn't really get it. (How he expresses that is, "The words you said made sense.") Eventually he decided that he might as well not say any more about it. Oh well.