heh

Wow, a lot more people read my livejournal than I thought, according to who has already participated in the "Goldbug's Cuteness" poll. Hello, new people!

One therapy session down this week. Now I'm going to nap for an hour, and then go save Chris from Saxon.

heh

Wow, a lot more people read my livejournal than I thought, according to who has already participated in the "Goldbug's Cuteness" poll. Hello, new people!

One therapy session down this week. Now I'm going to nap for an hour, and then go save Chris from Saxon.

hypohyper

First off: I'm not being a hypochondriac here. My mother has for years told me that I might have inherited her hypothyroidism, but I never looked into it because my mom can be a freak like that. But today, while talking to David the psychologist about medication, I happened to mention it, and he, well, perked up. He told me I should get a physical and get it checked out. So I looked up some stuff when I got to work, and this is what I found. Now, far be it for me to diagnose myself without a blood test or anything, but I think my symptoms very very closely match what is listed there. As to the constipation part, well... since I never engage of conversation about the frequency at which people have trouble with that, I don't know if I have a problem with it or not. ;) We can keep it that way, don't worry, I'm okay having 5/6 symptoms, or whatever.

So anyway, anyone have a primary care physician they wish to recommend? I should probably get a physical anyway, it's been years...

I'm here at work with Chris. :) It's nice having someone here who is cool.

Listening to Moxy Früvous. Happy.

I also stopped by The Earth on the way back from therapy today, in the hopes of seeing Elise, but she doesn't work today. I saw a lot of neat things though, and had a Tiger's Milk bar. I got preached to about how evil Bush is, and I smiled and nodded. Ahh, the renegade capitalist I am...

So yeah. I should read some Children of Dune so I can give it to Chris.

'til next time...

hypohyper

First off: I'm not being a hypochondriac here. My mother has for years told me that I might have inherited her hypothyroidism, but I never looked into it because my mom can be a freak like that. But today, while talking to David the psychologist about medication, I happened to mention it, and he, well, perked up. He told me I should get a physical and get it checked out. So I looked up some stuff when I got to work, and this is what I found. Now, far be it for me to diagnose myself without a blood test or anything, but I think my symptoms very very closely match what is listed there. As to the constipation part, well... since I never engage of conversation about the frequency at which people have trouble with that, I don't know if I have a problem with it or not. ;) We can keep it that way, don't worry, I'm okay having 5/6 symptoms, or whatever.

So anyway, anyone have a primary care physician they wish to recommend? I should probably get a physical anyway, it's been years...

I'm here at work with Chris. :) It's nice having someone here who is cool.

Listening to Moxy Früvous. Happy.

I also stopped by The Earth on the way back from therapy today, in the hopes of seeing Elise, but she doesn't work today. I saw a lot of neat things though, and had a Tiger's Milk bar. I got preached to about how evil Bush is, and I smiled and nodded. Ahh, the renegade capitalist I am...

So yeah. I should read some Children of Dune so I can give it to Chris.

'til next time...

sci-fi porn

The pressure of his multi-memories exploded the time-frozen englobement which he had tried to resist. He felt twining bodies, the sounds of sex, rhythms laced in every sensory impression: lips, breathing, moist breaths, tongues. Somewhere in his vision there were helix shapes, coal-colored, and he felt the beat of those shapes as they turned within him. A voice pleaded in his skull: "Please, please, please, please..." There was an adult beefswelling in his loins and he felt his mouth open, holding, clinging to the girdershape of ecstasy. Then a sign, a lingering groundswelling sweetness, a collapse.


beefswelling???

this from Children of Dune, Frank Herbert

sci-fi porn

The pressure of his multi-memories exploded the time-frozen englobement which he had tried to resist. He felt twining bodies, the sounds of sex, rhythms laced in every sensory impression: lips, breathing, moist breaths, tongues. Somewhere in his vision there were helix shapes, coal-colored, and he felt the beat of those shapes as they turned within him. A voice pleaded in his skull: "Please, please, please, please..." There was an adult beefswelling in his loins and he felt his mouth open, holding, clinging to the girdershape of ecstasy. Then a sign, a lingering groundswelling sweetness, a collapse.


beefswelling???

this from Children of Dune, Frank Herbert