The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

(The subject line was a favorite tag of my grandfather's.)

Today, I am old. Or older. Whichever. The weekend was nothing special; lolmom bought me shoes and clothes, as she promised to do, and I was injudicious at Sephora and bought myself a pair of sandals off Amazon (because the brand's official website, of course, had already moved on). Yesterday we had salade niçoise for dinner, which was not my birthday dinner but was still pretty good, and lemon pavlova for dessert, which was my birthday dessert and was reeeeeeeeeeeeally good. Damn, I love lemon.

Today, I accomplished exciting and amazing things such as shaving my legs (a godsend, since I went swimming after work and somehow managed to kill most of an hour doing laps, even though I didn't do that many and kind of pussed out), not eating crap for breakfast, and...dun dun DUN DUN...calling the oral surgeon for an appointment, during the course of which I learned the following things:

+ Most people have their wisdom teeth out in their teens or twenties. (Well, mine didn't start erupting until I was already out of my teens, and it was not medically necessary to remove them until they started decaying a year and change ago. See, there's this novel little concept where if things don't bother you and aren't going to go on to bigger and better trouble, you leave them alone.)
+ They usually offer IV sedation. (Over my cold dead body is anyone going to put me under for something as badger-sputumly inconsequential as yanking a couple of teeth, with apologies to the late great Douglas Adams. They're not impacted--both erupted fully. I don't have epilepsy, convulsions, or other problems that would render me unable to control my limbs. I said, nicely, that I didn't feel comfortable allowing them to anaesthetize me just for a couple of extractions, and also that in any case my insurance won't pay for it, which is true. I HAVE PROOF, in the form of the explanation of benefits I printed off the HR website.)
+ They'll need to see my X-rays. They may need to take a Panorex. My dentist and I were going to do this in December, since it would be easier to get the insurance to cough up for that. Y so complicated insurance. (Also y u no let me print card.)
+ I am Not Enthused. The temptation to call lolmom and beg her to come to the appointment with me is overwhelming, but so far I have resisted.

1.) Okay, so never mind the fact that I've actually exercised every day this week until now, and never mind the fact that it's raining and no one could reasonably expect me to go out in the rain and walk a mile. That nagging little voice in the back of my head is saying, "Hey, lardass! Get yourself out to the high school track and WALK!"

2.) This is possibly because I've been bribing myself with watchables; at the moment I'm working my way through Trigun and yes I AM old enough and have been in anime fandom long enough to remember when it was the hot new fandom, but I'm really liking it. This is nice, actually, since I didn't think myself capable of taking more than peripheral, benign interest in anything that didn't have samurai, and I haven't been really into any anime in years. Either that, or I'm becoming a fantard in my old age.

3.) I got a letter from a check verification service today informing me that my checking account information (along with 2 million other people's) has been compromised, basically because one of their employees was misappropriating it and selling it to marketing companies. They have no reason to suspect fraud--they think it was just being used to annoy the piss out of me with direct marketing crap, which should be a crime in and of itself--but all the same my weekend has now been complicated by having to talk to my bank and the credit reporting agencies. The word "FUCK" comes to mind.

4.) I desperately want to mock someone SO HARD for being a pretentious, navel-gazing little twat who feels herself at all qualified to dispense sage advice, but can't because she knows one of my friends and I don't want to bring her sparklyspeshul wrath down on my head. Not, actually, that this would bother me; for one thing, my vocabulary is bigger and I suspect that I am more vicious and have less remorse, so obviously you should put your money on me. However, I can only do so much for the lulz before I get bored, and I'm not sure if the strong likelihood of lulz to be had merits the wanksplosion that might follow.

Also, I would have to 'fess up to reading her journal, which I do because it is a hilarious trainwreck. And if I did this, she might make it friends-only and thus cut some of my lulz off at the source. So I'm not altogether sure that I want to part with these particular lulz at the moment.

Which is probably my way of saying "'tain't nohow worth it".

5.) I ordered apricot tea on a whim, and it came in the mail today. HOORAY. Also, it smells delicious even dry, and very, very strong. Mmm, tea. ♥

6.) Teh m0mmy strongly insinuated that we might turn the A/C on tomorrow if it continues like today. :D Also that there might be PIE. Delicious sweet PIE. Mmm, pie. ♥

7.) I have temporarily called a moratorium on buying new books until I'm done with the pile I got last week in Salem. No, I can't stay out of that bookstore. It has, like, a magnet or something that sucks me in, and oddly, no matter what I want, I always find it.