I hope P-C realizes that if he does marry this woman we'll always refer to her as "#5."

Heee. Well, good, now we have a nickname for her in case it goes well and we choose to meet up again.

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Translation: stop fucking telling me what's fucking best for me.

My mom's solution to my inability to have her in my apartment for a whole week is to take us both to my grandmother's for the week, where I will be bored out of my mind with no Internet. I completely understand that on a practical level, this looks like a lovely solution where I don't have to do anything and get all my meals made for me, but I didn't ask for this. I was fully prepared to stay BY MYSELF in my apartment, fend for myself, WHATEVER, and mainline Six Feet Under. This is MY surgery and MY recovery and WHY THE FUCK DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND THAT?

I am twenty-six years old and I feel like I'm being kidnapped by my family.

P-C, I'm sure we can arrange to have you kidnapped by the people on the Internet. With or without ransom note, whatever you prefer. We'd let you watch 6FU

This is MY surgery and MY recovery and WHY THE FUCK DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND THAT?

Oh honey, they will NEVER understand that. Not with surgery, not with jobs, not with your wife, not with your kids. You'll never get them to understand.

But you CAN get them to respect your wishes if you insist on it. (And my "respect" I don't mean in any emotional sense, but in a practical sense.)

Say "no". Go ahead and piss them off. They'll survive.

"Mom, with all due respect, that will stress me out worse than staying at my own place. I know you think I'm selfish, but you have to respect my wishes about how I wanted to be treated after my own surgery. I know what's best for me."

I've been skimming a lot lately, but whatever happened with Kelly Kapoor?

She responded to my e-mail, and I responded to her, and she never responded back to that one. And now my mom is telling me not to pursue her any further anyway because they don't really know much about her and her family, and she's found this wonderful girl who's gotten great reviews.

Polter, there are days when I suspect you're merely the star in the Bollywood version of The Truman Show. There's no one bursting into song in your vicinity, is there?

Alternately, someone is in the bushes near you taking copious notes for a telenovela.

Huh. The new Daniel Silva book has managed to annoy me within two pages. The last one took at least five chapters.

I had a really good day, went to the football game and my team looked mostly good. There was some inconsistencies but it's better than it has been.

The game was marked by oddness. The TV Time Out Guy collapsed. We, on the alumni side, couldn't see who was down at first since everyone was on the sidelines. Then we realized it was the TV Time Out Guy, he had to be taken off by a stretcher. Half time was timed badly so that the tribute to Bon Jovi didn't end on time, actually they did this weird thing where they put the crowd through some cheers then did the tribute. They did the 2 newer Bon Jovi songs then Livin' on a Prayer for the students (who sang the chorus loud enough to be heard over the other side).

NC State's quarterback misread a play, or the ref did something stupid and the quarter back threw the ball and smacked the ref in the face.

The end of the third quarter was delayed by 50 mins or so during a lightning delay (the only thing that will delay a football game).

There was also a big giant rainbow.

Miami lost, which was also good. and LSU will hopeful beat UF. GO LSU!