It's time to put on make up, it's time to dress up right. It's time to rescue Muppets and drink Colt 45!

I had a dream about a group of Muppets who were being held prisoner by a sadistic rich dude. Not for pervert reasons, but more for his own personal Muppet show. They were blown up and had heavy object dropped on them a lot. They weren't any of the famous ones but they were definitely of Jim Henson design and not those knock-off Muppet-ish things you'd see on lesser shows.

They finally managed to pull of an elaborate and comical escape but the rich dude sent assassin droids after them. The rest of the dream was a series of chases and fights with lasers and rockets and pies and anvils. I was Lando Calrissian, holding court sexily in a casino sorta bar. The Muppets appraoched me for help in getting them into some sort of underground for runaway fictional characters. Really. I/Lando agreed to help them and then - as if on cue - the nastiest of the droids showed up.

We jumped in some sort of hover car and had another chase. It's the one Anakin and Obi Wan should have had in Episode 2, but it was in a modern, LA sort of city. The droid finally took out one of our engines so we had to ditch and make it into the sewers because the droid was too big to follow. I had my blaster out and was giving the Muppets covering fire as they scampered through a narrow hatch and the the alarm went off and woke me up.

Even though today has been very sunny it feels extremely dreary.

I'm awake, going to a car show with dad and some of his buddies.

*sigh* I hate not being able to fall asleep. Now I'm hungry again :(

Why do the cute ones have to be all about bands I hate?

Did anybody else in the Oak Hill area just feel something earthquake-like?

I bought a used iPod Shuffle last night. I finally feel like part of the New Millennium.

I hate it when I can't tell if someone is a lesbian or a teenage boy.

Vexed. Yes. That's a good word. Vexed.

My phone is on it's last legs. Anybody have an opinion on AT&T Go Phones?

No stitchy no itchy!

Getting my stitches out today. They're so damn itchy!

I require deliciousness but I'll settle for something filling.

I used to be fairly scornful of people who took more than a couple of days to read a novel. Lately, though, I've been doing good to get one read in under a month. And it's not like I have all that much going on to keep me from reading. I guess I'm just lazy.

Athena

For the past six years or so I've had a sebaceous cyst on my scalp. It's been steadily getting bigger, as they're wont to do. I haven't been able to get it taken care of before now because I usually had more pressing health issues or car repairs that required my money. One of the benefits of living at home is that you can splurge on cosmetic surgery.

The procedure was pretty simple, only took about an hour. They shaved off some hair, made a slice, did some sniping and scooping, then stitched me up. The shot for the local anesthetic was the only thing that hurt, and even then not much. After that kicked in my head matched my heart in that it didn't feel anything. The doc showed it to me after he got it out. He said it looked like an ovary but I thought it was more like a water chestnut. The nurse was quicker than I expected and put the thing in a specimen jar before I could get a good pic so these will have to do.

That's the second time I've had a Something chopped off of me and I felt the intense urge to eat it. I managed to resist. They sent the cyst off for biopsy jut as a matter of course so I wan't able to bring it home and give it a proper burial like I did the crazy big skin tag from a couple years ago. For some reason I can't find that post to link to.

My head is a bit sore but they gave me decent pain killers to get me through several days. The stitches are starting to give me itches. I know that's a good sign and means shit is healing up but when my hair flops over the wrong way it really drives me crazy. I think I'm gonna have to forego doing Locks Of Love this year for the sake of not breaking down and scratching the hell out of the scar. It looks like this:

I haven't been able to keep a bandage on it after the first night but it doesn't seem to be oozy so I'll just let it go as is. I have to go back in ten days (from Friday) to get the stitches out. You should send me sympathy cookies to help with my recovery.

ITCHY!!! :(

Dang it, I hate dozing off when I'm sitting on the toilet.

Dammit, the pain killer doesn't seem to be as effective today.

just a quick note...

Dear Young, Dysfunctional, White Trash Couple with Two Unhappy Kids in a Stroller and One on the Way,

Thanks for keeping it classy by leaving the store to stand right in front of our door before you started arguing, but not before you probably started shop lifting. It's that kind of thoughtful consideration that reaffirms my faith in humanity and reminds me that the future is an unwritten page. Of course, to be clear, I faithfully believe humanity is doomed and things are mainly unwritten because far to many people lack that basic skill. I hope your children one day think as highly of you as I do.

Hatefully, Ben

I think I might have foot cancer.

Finally got HBO.Go and just got done marathoning GoT. Even though I knew what all was gonna happen I was still on the edge of my seat.