I tell you, I could really get used to this whole "not working" thing. If it wasn't for the fact that I have to move into the motel in a week, I'd be almost happy about having all this free time. I could go to the movies, or watch all my DVD alternate tracks. But I have a lot of stuff to do before I move, so it's just not possible. 

I've actually been getting up at a reasonable time for these past couple of days, most likely because my body is still on New York/Philly/New Jersey time. Yesterday, I showered and then headed off to get my gallbladder ultrasounded. The technician didn't tell me anything except that I was "gassy". Wow. I based in the glow of that compliment all day, let me tell you.

She squirted the gel on me and then shoved the little ultrasound wand into my tender flesh, moving it around my ribs and kidneys and other internal organs. I also had to hold my breath a lot. This sucked! First of all, the wand was rather uncomfortable. When she got to my kidneys, it was actually painful. Wincing and holding your breath at the same time... that doesn't work so well.

Once I was done, she gave me a towel to wipe off the gel. Unfortunately, there was a huge glop of it on my back which I missed, and the glop got all over my T-shirt, which then clung gloppily to my bruised body. I was unhappy with this state of events, and hi-tailed my gassy ass out of there as quickly as I could to change my gloppy shirt.

I'm supposed to call the doctor on Friday for the results. All I saw was a big blob with an empty black space in the middle. Either that was my gallbladder and it doesn't have any stones in it, or I have a giant black tumor. I couldn't say.

So I hopped in the Hooter and went to the bank to deposit some checks. I now have a bit of money in my account, but no more on the horizon. I guess I will have to start going down my list of moneymaking ideas. 

First of all, I have to work on two web sites. These are writing projects I've had on the back burner for a while, but the potential income means I'm trying to get my ass in gear. One of the sites is my Bella Online Young Adult Books site. The other one is a site for Burbank, California. 

In addition to those projects, I'd also like to complete my application to Antioch (no, I didn't do that yet, shut up) and continue looking for a place to live that isn't the motel. I know that my neighbor, Jack on the Crack, will be rather disappointed if I don't move in, but I'm really hoping not to sink that low. 

I have to register (at NCOC, my school in San Francisco) in a week, though, so I haven't gotten my hopes up.

I'd also like to get the Geo Pet sold and the Hooter all spruced up, but that looks like it's going to have to wait. 

Oh, I never did tell you that I named my new car, did I? I was going to let you guys do it, but the car told me her name, and she was very emphatic about it. Although she is still beige at the moment, I do plan to paint her purple. And the name came to me in a flash of perfection: The Purple Hooter.

First of all, that's a really good drink. Secondly, it has a horn, you know, so "hooter" is appropriate. And third, I have big boobs. 

Impressed, aren't you?

Finally, I'm going to post a bunch of random pictures.  Enjoy!

Oh, and speaking of Cassie, she's molting right now. This means all her feathers are falling out and being replaced. I noticed she was molting when I saw all the feathers on the bottom of her cage, and worried that she was sick. (If my parakeet died, it would probably push me right over the edge into suicide. You know that, universe, don't you? Don't fuck with me.)

I read in my parakeet book that I should mist her with water occasionally (this confuses her, but she seems okay with it), give her some leafy greens (I went grocery shopping this morning and acquired them, and now she has chlorophyll all over her beak), and keep things warm and quiet. I've been doing my best. 

First of all, this kid looks like she'd fit right in among Bruce's family. You definitely see the resemblance. And secondly, if you've seen Pecker, you know that she looks exactly like Little Chrissy. Doesn't she? Yes, she does. I knew it.

I'm not sure if it was a case of too much honesty, but I figured I would just go ahead and be honest. It’s a testament to the strength of our relationship that I felt we could both handle the discussion. After all, I know Matt is going to read this eventually, and I'd rather he hear it from me than from... uuh... me.