My personal bubble is highly contextual.

Non-immediate family are perfectly huggable and pretty cuddlable, and if they're female also gropable. Immediate family are hugged on special occasions only, and otherwise no touching.

Krav...most contact's perfectly kosher, as long as it's not like that. I mean, I do get to hit these people, so everyone's pretty well behaved. I know more about testicles now than I ever dreamed, and it can be pretty hard to work with me without touching the boobies. There is only one guy who'll punch me in them, though. I don't know how I feel about that.

Normal friends vary. We used to be puppypilers at university, and that does kind of remain, now that we're middle aged. Which might look weird.

Random boob-grabbing is a capital offense. And by "random" I mean "anyone I'm not in an intimate relationship with".

but stick my chest out more if someone reaches to grab the boobs.

::files this information away for future use::

I ran up to Jesse on the streets of Manhattan and really enjoyed watching her eyes widen in horror. I might've finished my swoop with a hug too. I'm lucky she didn't taser me.

That was neither about you, nor about touching!! That was about being approached on the street!! In a surprising manner!!!

My personal bubble is 25 feet on all sides. Nobody licks Teppy. Ack. And there is no random boob poking, grabbing, or cupping. Unless I'm having sex, but in that case, the boob grabbing isn't random any more.

I am, however, okay with hugging. And I'll make out with anyone. Which most of you know, considering that I've made out with most of you.

EEG woman's unavailable until Monday. I've called my doctor and am waiting on a return from her.

Now I'm supposed to call the orthopedist to schedule steroid injections. But I don't want to. It's not that I don't believe that my PT can help me (despite me hating him right now), or that the shots won't be palliative, just that I'm raw from last night (and cranky and want to run away from the world) and I fear that I'm not a big enough pot for so many chefs to be stirring without confusing each other.

So I'm stalled.

bon bon,

I watched "The apprentice." Did you have questions?

I fear that I'm not a big enough pot for so many chefs to be stirring without confusing each other.

That sounds like a good call. Although, maybe it's better for a bit to focus on feeling better, rather than figuring out why? Not sure.

I feel I'm more able to deal with the idea of a mid-term cure than a short-term patch and long-term fix.

Well, I felt that way yesterday. I'm in so much pain right now it took me an unseemly number of attempts to type "yesterday."

Chased By The Light:

To get back to the soul of his work, world-renowned photographer Jim Brandenburg sets himself the task of taking only one photograph each day for the ninety days of fall. The landscape he chooses is his home - the boreal forest of northern Minnesota. The images that result are quietly provoking.

My boss just gave me the most gorgeous vase, it's just, well, PERFECT. He knows I buy myself fresh flowers whenever I do the grocery shopping and sometimes buy them for my desk to cheer me.

It was so freakin' thoughtful, and I think, maybe too expensive, but it's so gorgeous I'm beside myself. I wish i had a camera, it's so hard to describe how perfect it is for my apartment.