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whitereflection) wrote2007-06-13 05:43 pm
whitereflection) wrote2007-06-13 05:43 pm
whatever
Went home fairly early, face eventually stopped itching. Took the chance to get passport photos done, and they look really fucking awful--not the fault of the photographer at all. One of the reasons I've procrastinated on these is to find a time where my complexion clears, and you know, that happens never. Ever.
Leaving the photo place, saw a weird car accident. Truck two cars ahead of me suddenly turned right hard (from the left lane, weren't at an intersection), plowed through a streetlight pole (which toppled like a tree) and kept going for probably 50 feet before stopping just before hitting the sign for some muffler place. No idea what caused it all.
Got word back on the hormone bloodwork: totally normal. No sign of the high androgens at all. Which is fine, dandy--but the specialist's answer to my question of *why* it had spiked up a couple months ago was basically a sort of '*shrug* dunno' type answer, even when I pressed for any explanation or theory why. Whatever. Great that it's fine, but you'd think someone with that level of knowledge could offer some sort of reason why it happened at all. I guess I'll just tweeze hair from my chin and know it's because I'm a plain old freak.
Nothing sounds good right at the moment: computer/console games don't appeal, don't want to tv watch or read or talk or sleep, music doesn't sound good. Yet I'm good for eating, in fact indulged in even more ice cream, go me. And this is the sort of mood where I'm stewing extra over the crap that's going wrong with the house and feeling overwhelmed because I never *wanted* to deal with these things, but obviously no one else is and I don't even know where to start. I hate having a house. I so goddamn want out. But there's no chance of that--even if I convinced him we should sell (ha, as if), we'd have to get the crap fixed up anyway, so back to square one.
Temple piece keeps falling of my glasses again. Really, really need new ones.
Leaving the photo place, saw a weird car accident. Truck two cars ahead of me suddenly turned right hard (from the left lane, weren't at an intersection), plowed through a streetlight pole (which toppled like a tree) and kept going for probably 50 feet before stopping just before hitting the sign for some muffler place. No idea what caused it all.
Got word back on the hormone bloodwork: totally normal. No sign of the high androgens at all. Which is fine, dandy--but the specialist's answer to my question of *why* it had spiked up a couple months ago was basically a sort of '*shrug* dunno' type answer, even when I pressed for any explanation or theory why. Whatever. Great that it's fine, but you'd think someone with that level of knowledge could offer some sort of reason why it happened at all. I guess I'll just tweeze hair from my chin and know it's because I'm a plain old freak.
Nothing sounds good right at the moment: computer/console games don't appeal, don't want to tv watch or read or talk or sleep, music doesn't sound good. Yet I'm good for eating, in fact indulged in even more ice cream, go me. And this is the sort of mood where I'm stewing extra over the crap that's going wrong with the house and feeling overwhelmed because I never *wanted* to deal with these things, but obviously no one else is and I don't even know where to start. I hate having a house. I so goddamn want out. But there's no chance of that--even if I convinced him we should sell (ha, as if), we'd have to get the crap fixed up anyway, so back to square one.
Temple piece keeps falling of my glasses again. Really, really need new ones.