Rage.  It’s rage I’m filled with.

These things always auto-save every ten seconds, yet after some random thing happened with my website, everything I wrote was gone, except the title.

AND IT WAS AWESOME.

You’re probably wondering how I could possibly be publishing this post today considering I’m in the middle of a terribly painful operation.

Well, it’s because I’M THAT COOL.  I also wrote 20 posts in a week and have them all set to auto-publish unless I can feel good enough to write, in which case I’ll save the post I pre-wrote for a lazy day.

For right now, since it’s a week early and hasn’t happened but theoretically could, I would like your opinion – except my dad’s.  I know he’ll comment but I DO NOT want his opinion.

A night alone.

A 106″ movie theater in my house

The arsenal Jenn gave me (wink, wink)

Jensen Ackles from Supernatural on TV on pause.

Just sayin’.

I’ll probably pull some old posts up to re-post, too.  No one will know the difference unless they read it to find they already commented on it.

I like my cereal soggy.  Like I pour milk in it and let it sit for a full 5 minutes before I eat it.  Problem is that I usually forget my coffee in the process and I don’t like that cold.

I was out of Xanex for five days.  FIVE FULL DAYS and two weeks before a terrifying operation.  When it finally was handed it to me, I ripped it from his hands and started popping them like skittles.

No, I really didn’t.  I took two, dumped the rest and took a picture of them.

So I’m headed back into the wonderful world of anesthesia where I am currently either having my throat ripped out, sleeping from a throat ripper-outing  or wishing I was sleeping from having my throat ripped out.

Knowing me, I’ll be Facebooking and Tweeting pictures of my throat.