Cold fingers

This cedar in the air right now - it's trying to kill me I swear. My throat is killing me and I'm going to die of dehydration soon if my nose doesn't stop running like it has been.

Plus what's with the weather? I mean I know I'm in Texas and you know 'if you don't like the weather wait 5 minutes' ... but seriously. 80s during the day and 30s at night? WTH? Or in the 80s one day and the next day in the 20s. I can't take much more of this.

Been fiddling with photoshop again recently - the mum wanted me to help with pictures for my sister's senior yearbook ad, so I doctored up a few pictures for her and then just kept playing with it. Leading to things like my new JDM banner in my profile - btw JDM kills me dead.

I nearly ended that last sentence with 'seriously' and that's like the 4th time I've thought it while typing up this entry - and really that's just one too many times, even if I had managed to keep myself from using it all those times.

It's late - and I am thinking perhaps I ought to go to that bed place. But I think there is Big Bang Theory to watch first and then bed.

Poetry and life

So life ... it's going, as usual.

I bought season 1 of 'How I Met Your Mother' today since it was super cheap at target. I don't know why no one told me about this show before now. I mean it's on it's 3rd season now? And Barney - he's perfect. Have I told you of my love for NPH?

I hate cedar. I think I'm going to be coughing and sneezing and sniffling for forever.

I have an appointment with my endocrinologist tomorrow morning - not sure what all he's going to tell me. I doubt he's going to say much though. I mean ... my endocrines they're not too bad. And I don't have cancer like he tried to scare me into thinking, so yeah. I suppose it's just a check up.

I need to go see my lady doctor at some point too before I'm booted off the insurance. It's been like 2 years now - but I don't like going to her:

1. I don't like taking off my clothes for people, even SOs.
2. She works with my mom
3. So while she is feeling me up and stuff she's chatting about my brother and sisters and my mom and playing catch up on the family gossip.
4. No one likes seeing the lady doctor.

But I suppose I should go - being that there have been several changes in my life since the last time I went to see her. Ah to be young and innocent again - and to be able to use the virgin excuse for not getting a pelvic exam. I miss those days.

And now finally, after all that. I saw this little thing on dramaphile's lj and had to repost.
When you see this, post your favorite poem

( In Xanadue did Kubla Khan )