arsis

Next week I'm going to get a ganglion cyst removed from my hand. The doctor might let me watch the surgery. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to keep the cyst (I was gonna put it in a jar of formaldehyde, and name it, because why wouldn't I?) because they are required to send it to the pathologist's, or so I was told. I bet the doctor's just going to pilfer and eat it... everyone's always trying to steal my power.
I apologize. I feel maybe a bit strange today. I usually don't sleep much, but last night I went on a seven hour ride through a thoroughly unpleasant dreamscape. The great nemesis of the story was Mr. Harmon, the bullish, arrogant, malicious-looking [insert appropriately derisive noun] that owned the sober living house where I used to reside. Oh well (I remind myself), I'm doing very well in my life right now. If I keep on doing so very well, maybe I'll never have to deal with people like him again. Or at least, maybe I won't ever have to submissively take their crap!
And finally, I just want to say this: My figure study LAGS!!!