ticktockman

Perinatal clinical is not my thing. Don't like babies, not interested in pregnant mothers, less interested in recently pregnant mothers. I will admit watching a C-section was kinda neat. And nothing resembles a placenta. It's like a corpulent pancake off the griddle of nightmares, packed with bulbous cysts of blood in shades stretching the spectrum from blue to purple to red. The baby emerged silent and cyanotic, but was quickly coaxed into screeching its displeasure and turned a more fleshy color soon enough. Not a bad time.

But the rest I can just do without.

Still seeing the ladyfriend, but it's rare we can get together. As our relationship is entirely casual that's not necessarily a bad thing, but spending time with her is something I enjoy, whatever we may be up to, so I'm for an increase in meeting times.

Halloween was good. Went to an appropriately themed bellydance hofla featuring the ladyfriend, her partner (also a good friend), and a multitude of other troupes and soloists dancing to a variety of songs, from Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" to Iron Maiden's "Number of the Beast" to Voltaire's "Land of the Dead." Very good time. Friends held a party on Halloween night, low key but featuring a few people I don't see too often.

And now October is gone.

-TTm