. I have it on *good authority* that Jelly Roll Morton once had sex with a prostitude up against this very window, but of course I can't actually *prove* it."
Ahahahaha. Though the last part is implied (as with every tall tale told here) and never said out loud.
Good news, smonster!
I felt marginally better when I got up this morning, but now looking at all the work in my inbox and the piles of things I have to do at home and the business trip in two weeks I have to find clothes for... I want chocolate and rum and a houseboy. Also, a quiet cat. SHUT UP DARLING.
I lost ten pounds. That's good. I haven't been able to stick to the diet for a week. That's not good. But I didn't put any of the weight back on, so that's good. Trying to concentrate on the good, and not on the boxes of chocolate I want to be eating right now. Damn hormones.
Thanks for the good outcomes -ma. Sadly, it didn't work.
Oh, shit, Ginger. What's up?
Breast cancer metastasis to the bones.
That's what I said. I get a scan tomorrow to see how widespread it is.