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It's been a really interesting couple of weeks. I shall do my best to summarize.

I went in for an upper endoscopy. They sedated me and put a camera down my esophagus, through my stomach, and into my duodenum (the first part of the small intestine). Basically they were trying to figure out the cause of my heartburn and make sure there was no damage to my esophagus. Results: I have a hiatal hernia (no big deal), I'll be taking Prevacid rather than Prilosec (just so my insurance will pay for it), and the cute nurse who started my IV has a boyfriend. It was pretty weird. They gave me one thing for pain, one thing to sedate me, and something to make me forget the whole process. The strange part was that the sedation wore off before the amnesia, so I remember halves of conversations I had, and have to trust my friend Gay when she tells me I didn't say anything embarassing.

I was out at a dive bar doing karaoke a couple of weekends ago. I decided to sing "Tomorrow" from the musical Annie, even though I knew it wasn't an Annie crowd. When I got off stage, some guy came up to me and all he said was "holy shit, man!" That's pretty much what I was going for.

I was out tonight at one of those places where you paint your own plate or mug. I decided to decorate a toothbrush holder with Blair, Natalie, Tootie, and Jo from The Facts of Life. I can't wait for them to finish firing it, so I can take it home. I'm very proud and will post pictures as soon as I get it back. Maybe not of Tootie, though. I kind of fucked her up. Hey, I only had an hour.