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.

I think, maybe too expensive

Too expensive for what? More expensive than your value to your boss? More expensive than you should have?

Doubt it.

Oh, speaking of buying flowers and plants, what is a good internet teleflorist? My mom is now in her new home and even though I will be seeing her in about a week, I want to send something to make it feel more homey....