In the interest of oversharing...

...I had yet another doctor's appointment today. (Peace Corps physical complicated by newly diagnosed asthma) My doctor was reading my results from my pulmonary function test and was especially tickled when he read, "Patient cooperative but poor effort." Making a slap on the wrist motion, he remarked that it sounded like elementary school. I admitted to cheating on my PFT but pointed out that the technician fudged the results....causing a different doctor to hypothesize all sorts of bogus things like blocked trachea or hole in windpipe. Anyhoo, he's making me take the test again but we've decided that if I screw this one up he'll write on my Peace Corps paperwork, "Cannot follow directions. Cheats. All around bad person."

He also wondered why the Peace Corps insists on torturing me. I said it's all worth it if I don't drop dead in the jungle. "Well you could still drop dead. It just won't be from asthma!"

loot, loot, and more loot.

Happy Birthday to me! Thanks to all my friend for coming out with me. "A good time was had by all." Or at least by me, and that's all that matters. I got...
- a promotion...I am now almost officially the new Assistant Editor.
- a stawberry tart...which I still haven't eaten.
- an iPod...it's so pretty! one day I'll use it.
- a cupcake...free from CakeLove!
- Indian food...my choice, not technically a gift cuz there were three of us who's birfday it was and therefore unfair to insist that others pay for my meals and/or drinks.
- a crown...proclaiming my birthday, which I passed over to Josh at midnight for his birthday
- a donut...free at KrispyKreme! which I didn't actually eat and I hope Annie remembers is in her bag
- booze...I don't recall paying for any. I do recall getting carded when I ordered water. huh?
- darts and dancing...both of which I'm not too spectacular at
- birthday kiss....sssh
What more could a girl want?

In other news, the boytoy is famous! At the risk of sounding like my grandmother...he looks thin. Don't let the serving nature of the article fool you...he is totally on safari this week.

Are you writing this down?

Several interesting conversations have transpired this week:

The following two are the result of a phone call from my brother who admitted that he's so strapped for cash that he's wearing a pair of boxers that belonged to my exboyfriend. The exboyfriend in question has denied that these are his underwear so...
Me: the underwear mystery deepens
Ex: Perhaps the world will never know.

Trying to rationalize the fact that there may be more than one male who's boxers I'm in posession of...
Me: i have a confession: i'm a boxer stealer
Brother: you......
Me: i sneak into dorm rooms and wear them on my head, running around campus whooping. i can't stop!
Brother: well you left campus...
Me: but i live near one now!
Brother: true. run away. quickly. with no britches on your head

On a not-so-related note my father sent a letter revealing that he has discovered where the little lost socks go.

Previous to this I mentioned my concerns about medical clearance for Peace Corps (Environmental Ed! Latin America! January! woohoo!)....
Brother: make sure you didn't have sex with anyone for money that lived in africa while raising monkeys at 400 feet below sea level while spontaneously injecting heroine

Aren't you glad you asked?

It should get its own zipcode

My zit is so large it has its very own pulse.

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So Lenni, what have you been up to? Well, I went to Memphis for the big bad Annual Meeting.
I worked (registration, folded a gazillion tshirts, sat in boring scientific sessions)
I partied (but not too hard)
I froze (inside it was 30 degrees)
I melted (outside it was 300)
I lost my wallet (and found it..after cancelling all my cards)
I didn't see too much blues (but I did go to BB King's)
I didn't eat too many artery clogging foods (which was hard to do)
I didn't freak out when people called me sweetie (which everyone did)
Also got a massage (with the masseuse making disapproving noises about my general muscle tone), cried over a pizza, visited the Rock n Soul museum, waded in a scale model of the Misssissippi, and didn't get my daily required amount of sleep.

And the weekend...How was that? Well, when I got home I cleaned, shopped, and went to a party with thirty bazillion post-college yuppies (shout out to Astrid, Margie, and Muffy!..I'm serious...except for Muffy) and got twenty bazillion dagger looks for showing up in ripped jeans and a t. It was a social experiment!

And I went hiking. The Billy Goat Trail was not quite as "strenuous" as I expected. And got an echocardiogram. That gel is cold! My heart is, has been, and hopefully always will be just ducky.

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Dudes! Friends should not be allowed to have birthdays on the same weekend! I don't have enough friends to compete with someone else's party!