I never understood the appeal of Jennifer Aniston.

My mother just said that Jennifer Aniston is the Debbie Reynolds of our age, and she is totally right!

The whole "America's Sweetheart Loses Loving Husband to Dark Temptress" narrative. I once wrote on a Hollywood subject from the early sixties and picked up a bunch of movie mags from that era, and Elizabeth Taylor stealing Debbie's man made headlines for like three years!

Brad and Angelina have been together much longer than that, and it's still always "Poor Jennifer can't get her man to marry her!"

I do, but I also buy stuff and take things as gifts and and and.

pics from my living room right now: [link] [link]

no not terrible, but lots of stuff and know that ever drawer or closed door you see is full.

This was at Christmas last year: [link]

and that pile of stuff on the drawers behind me is mostly gone, but some of it is still in a "sell on ebay" drawer at least not in a pile out for all to see.

I still have three or four boxes of culled clothes from 5 years ago. No sentiment, just haven't done anything with them. And I'm a clutterbat.

Third shower of the day, and no swim as an excuse. 1- must wake up. Quick reviving rinse. Stayed up too late watching a thing on the Dustbowl. Horrific. 2- well, shit. No swim. Dye hair instead. 3-sticky and salty and sunscreeny and, shit I stink like a swamp! after 4 hrs out in sun and crowds...can't stand myself.

I did get a doughnut, but annoying people continued to be annoying. The transfusion was finished for 20+ minutes before they noticed. They have you wait a half hour after the transfusion to make sure you don't explode or keel over, so when the nurse finally came over, she said, "You can go in a half hour." I pointed out that it had been finished at least 20 minutes. She said, "Okay, 15 minutes." She then went off to get the stuff to flush my port.

Sorority girl tells me, from the depth of her week-old diploma, that it's important to wait because there's still blood in the line. That's right. An additional tablespoon of blood is going to send me into anaphylactic shock.

Nurse, with the supplies for me in hand, keeps inserting herself in conversations about other patients, making it be a half hour anyway, before taking three minutes to set me free. That period seemed particularly long because I thought I was only 15 minutes from being able to go to the bathroom without dragging the IV pole.

Stop hijacking my bone marrow, cancer!

Oy, Ginger. I hope it was a really good doughnut, at least.

Ugh, Ginger. You'd hope they'd try not to make the already-unpleasant process more annoying!

I overslept! On a Sunday! How is it possible to have too much sleep on a Sunday?

I did not oversleep! Uh sorta. Because I went to bed with a migraine super early yesterday? So I could t sleep past 630AM because I went to bed at about 7pm?

Problem is, I wanted to go to the farmers market for breakfast since I haven't hardly been this year, but it's not open until much later. Second breakfast maybe?

Also my legs are sore today. Ow.