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It's been a full day, and I haven't pissed off anyone close to me. (That I know of.) Whoa, and right at that moment, Jay Leno asked, "How many of you are on Facebook?" Creepy. He's having a segment on Jay Walking about Facebook confessions about inappropriate pictures and comments. Oh snap.

Facebook aside, I can't help but wonder if I somehow pissed off my dental hygienist today. I guess I really don't think I did, but instead am assuming that she was just in a hurry to get out of there at the end of the day. As I lay there, having my teeth cleaned and polished, there were several things that crossed my mind, such as: "It hurts when you poke me in the gums repeatedly with that metal hook, which should be evidenced by my subtle flinches and the blood in my mouth." "I have never had anyone floss my teeth with such ferocity." "I taste blood." But hey, I was cavity free, didn't pay for shit, and got my free toothbrush and floss. I can't tell you the anxiety I have when I'm out of floss. It's right up there with when I get close to running out of milk. I ran out of toilet paper this morning and wasn't nearly as fazed. Of course, I bought more TP on the way home today. Just so you know.

I think I have the crying disease. As you all know, I cried yesterday. I also cried this morning when I found Dex chewing my childhood toy, Lambie - ripped all his legs off plus an ear. I pretty much cried uncontrollably after that. Like, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to stop before work. Bah. Of course tonight, I wept all through Biggest Loser, though that's pretty normal. I dunno. I don't want to blame everything on the BCP, but I remember the mood swings back when I first got on it. Back in college. Good Lord. We used to all go out and play baseball at a local field, and I ended up losing.my.shit one day. Like screaming at Bryan (which wasn't all that abnormal, but this was intensified). The Croat pretty much escorted me off the field, to the car, and then sat with me while I cried after we got home. I vowed then that I would never come off birth control until I was ready to have a child. But then of course I had to wait six weeks to see a damn doctor with Tricare Prime. Bastards. And here I am. Retarded with emotions and mourning the loss of Lambie, though Mom says she can sew him back together if I mail him to her. :-)

So many other things to share: The fact that I am now going to be working over Thanksgiving after all. The fact that Joe's vacation may be extended a month. The fact that the France trip we really wanted to take is kaput. The fact that while I was drinking wine earlier, I thought it'd be a good idea to buy a wii (though I didn't). Joe should have gotten that instead of his damn xbox 360, despite his delusions that there would be plenty of 360 games for us to "play together." Bullshit. But I'm damn tempted to buy a Wii for myself. Merry Christmas to me. I can do the fitness thing, mario kart, yoga. Hell yeah. But most likely I will talk myself out of it and do something sensible with the money. My student loans are about to dip under $25,000, and that's all the excitement this old lady can muster right now. Two more months, and we're talkin' teens. Ahhhh, feels so good to be 82 years old...