excuse me, do you have a mint? or perhaps some binaca?

Email from me to a coworker today: "I hate this thing with every fiber of my being. In fact, I hate it so much I'm going to eat a tapestry so I have more fiber in my being to hate it with."
But I'm not going to whine about work. Work is work, and that is all. Who wants to read about work? I'm playing frisbee at lunch now. That helps.

I appreciate all your kind words of concern about my ass. It's looking a lot better these days, although since I last posted it got considerably worse for a while. I went to the doctor. I got to moon an MD! That was fun. I've had these big nasty calcified bruises before, but this one, thankfully, wasn't at risk of generating a blood clot that was going to creep into my brain and kill me because, hey, your ass doesn't have any major arteries in it! Who knew? I also cut my fingernails down to the very shortest they could go so that I couldn't inadvertantly scratch my itchy mosquito-bitten arse during the course of the night. I think my buddy J said it best... "he who go to bed with itchy bum wake up with stinky finger."

Indeed.

So yes, my ass is better. Thanks for asking!