So, I have Marfan Syndrome. It isn’t dangerous at all, basically it means that my connective tissue is weak, thus causing me to be tall, thin, and flexible. My brother has it too. Ha, as a side note, my doctor is Dracula. He is old with slick black hair, pronounced canines, and an Eastern European accent. The weirdest part was being almost-naked, having all my bones poked and prodded at. I have to go back on Thursday to get my results. And that damn nurse from Quest in Rye Brook missed twice trying to draw out blood.

I got a B+ on my American Places I midterm. Hooray for me.

I wonder if I hurt my ovary again. Seriously, last night, I thought I was going to die. There was a period of time where I was in such absolute and utter pain that I actually couldn’t speak or move. If I have to go to the Emergency Room one more time, I will scream. Let’s see: I can hydrate myself and rest without paying $75 a pop and risking being labelled “uninsurable”. I think I may have popped a cyst because it was about two inches below and one inch to the right of my navel. That would be the approximate area, right? It’s not my kidneys (too high) or my bladder (too low), so what would it be?

I could really go for some wine right about now. Maybe with a Brie and Bacon sandiwch.

I hope Rich does well on Saturday and Thursday. He’s going to be such a good lawyer; I know it. Either way, I’ll be proud of him. I’m so happy to have him, and when I get to introduce him to others as “the f word”, I get so giddy. I’ll love him for ever, I swear it.

My dad is now a member of the Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Society. Like that doesn’t put me in a totally cultural crisis.

As a side note, please pray for Father Andy (my local pastor). He has prostate cancer.

This library is so depressing. At least two familar faces walked by, E and the Cute Girl. E was on a mission, and the Cute Girl is with a study group.

“And she slurs, ‘no no, just one more’, and one turns in to four. And the fourth drink instict is taking over and the gentleman is leading her towards the door…”