Mayo Ketchup

At the request of a certain someone with pink hair, I am updating this blog (albeit a bit later than they would probably like).

My life has been generally normal lately. I finished my first block of classes at UoP and got A's in them (woo!), have been gaming way too much, gaining weight (good because I was severely under weight from the cancer, bad because it went a bit over the point where I'd like it and I feel kinda fat), and threw my back out roleplaying. Rolling 20's doesn't come easy, y'know.

Today my grandmother went in to have her pacemaker leads re-attached to her heart because something wasn't working right. She'll be coming home in the morning, and I get to look forward to a few weeks of keeping her from killing herself by doing yard work before she is ready. Whee! But at least she'll be feeling better. =)

Um... I dunno what else to say. One of my exes went through a few boyfriend-types recently, and is on the rebound. She's giving me the signs that she'd like us to be an item again, but I know that A) it would be a bad idea, and 2) it would be a STUPENDOUSLY bad idea. I'm worried that she's going to go back to her super-shitty fallback boyfriend she had for a while, but not so worried about it that I'm going to throw myself into the line of fire.

Speaking of relationship-type things, apparently my perfect girl lives in Washington. Joie was telling me all about one of her friends and I have no idea how this girl is single. She's apparently awesome and geeky and everything I've ever wanted in a girl. Except, I suppose, proximity.

I've been studiously ignoring issues of intimacy during my chemotherapy and such, but now that the end is in sight (radiation starts tomorrow, over in a month) I guess I feel that I've become semi-viable dating material again. Since I'm dying at the same rate as everyone else now. =p

This week is birthday week. Roughly one million of my friends birthdays occur in the next seven days. Prominent ones include Tony, Christina, Jason, Jeffy B, and Aunt Becky. I may have to speak with their parents and find out just what about late summer is so erotic to cause all of these births.

Um. That's about it. Whee!