wah...wah...wah...wah...

I have rescheduled long enough. Today I have to face the music (well, hopefully there won't be any music!) and go to the urologist. Oo-h-h-h-h, how I hate going there. What's worse is that the last time I had to go, the assistant who catheterized me didn't know what she was doing. No, really. I had to tell her she was in the wrong place. "Uh, where did you go to school?" Or better yet, "Did you EVER go to school?" Or even better, "You know you have these things, too...you should know the difference between the two." Being a shy idiot back then, I didn't tell the doctor about it, but being the brazen bitch I am today, I will definitely report such ludicrous treatment. TMI, huh?

p.s. I started Kyoto...no shit. I hope it doesn't wind up in the UFO Knitting Horror Show.