Let's talk about me, again.

I know I am a bad, bad poster. I seem to have nothing interesting to say about the things going on in the world, mostly because I sleep, rest, read, watch tv, work, rest, sleep, and occasionally eat. And then throw up. My hobbies now are constant weight loss, (not in a pretty way), hair loss, and hobbling around like the 165 pound weakling I am. This may not sound like any big deal to many of you, but I look like hell and I weighed over 215 or so in April, so I have the svelte look of a starving person with skinny face, neck, arms, legs, and a poochy tummy and flat ass. The pancreatic diet is not recommended, FYI.

I'm saying my "pleases" and "thank you's" each morning and night like a good girl, but can't seem to drag myself to many AA meetings right now... it's painful to sit there, and many of the meetings are CROWDED as hell and it's hard to get comfy. Whine. How cool it is to see all these meetings be so crowded, though... it's good to know I'm not the only one. I guess that's the point, huh???

Becky has a knack for getting me little stickers and magnets that are right on for the mood I'm in. Some over the past few months...
Good Girl.
Life Is Good.
If you're going through hell, keep going.

I especially appreciate the last one, as I have been morbidly depressed now that "Fun with Pancreas" has evolved into "New and Wonderful Staph Infections" and "Pending Cardio-thoracic Surgury". For some reason Scott doesn't like my new habit of selecting music for my funeral. I think "Crazy Train" by Ozzy is perfectly fine, as well as several others. If you have any ideas, please comment. You know music really makes the scene.a nonist public service pamphlet