So on the day I was sick, I saw the most dreadful thing on TV, a commercial touting Metamorphoses in its last weeks.

What?! My Metamorphoses closing? Who let this happen! I looked it up and so far they haven't posted an actual date, which means that I should have time to see it a few more times, with Omar, with Tracing, but it breaks my heart to think that I won't be able to see it over and over again for the rest of my life.

Heeheehee. After posting this entry where I talk about my goal being to be pregnant this year, Lucy wrote me:

"And you think posting a photo of the inside of your nostrils is going to get you that boyfriend who's going to help you get pregnant? That is the funniest inappropriate design choice I have seen in ages."

To which I replied that that picture was of my lips, pay no attention to the enormous, flaring nostrils at the top of the picture! And while we are at it, the inside of my nostrils just might be my best feature. There might be some nostril fetishist out there who will be struck dumb by their beauty, I shouldn't close any doors there.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo is right to be suspicious of a premature claim. Conservation makes sense. Only fools use something just because they have it. Your ship might come in tomorrow, so be prepared.

One year ago today:
It was doing this sort of rainy/sleety/snowy/haily thing, not quite any of them, but not quite anything else. I decided to call it Precipitation That Isn't Entirely Liquid, or PTEIL™, pronounced with a silent P like pterodactyl.

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