Morning Everyone!
Well, it's been another eventful week here. I went to my very first RPG meeting last week.
(You can't really be called a geek unless you have played an RPG now can you?)
The Call of Cthulhu, set in the 1920's.
I am a female flighty artist type with powerful psychic abilities, Ninja fighting skills, loads of money and I carry a 10 inch silver cross with me at all times because I thought that if I got the chance to kill something with it that would be cool.
Oh come on! Of course that's realistic!
I mean, how many artists do you know that aren't rich psychic ninjas?
Okay, all of them.
ALRIGHT shut up! In my world it's realistic.
Use your friggin' imagination!
Dak the All Powerful Gamemaster rolls his eyes and heaves a deep sigh of long-suffering that can only mean one thing. Newbies.
In other news this week, I had my pelvic ultrasound exam yesterday. I know you all want to hear about it so I will tell you in gruesome detail.
Before the exam they give you instructions. One and a half hours before the exam time you are supposed to drink about 65 gallons of water then hold it until the exam is over 2 hours later. It's actually only 4 large glasses but it feels like 65 gallons after 2 hours. Trust me.
Standing in the lobby bobbing up and down with my fist crammed into my crotch, silently screaming with a look of panicked desperation etched on my face, a nurse comes up and asks, "Do you need to use the washroom?"
"What ever gave you that idea?"
She then hands me a tiny fragile dixie cup and tells me that I can relieve myself a tiny amount into the dixie cup if I wish.
Staring at the cup, I envision myself hunched over the toilet bowl holding this fragile vessel, trying with agonizing effort and control to release a slow trickle from my bladder which is currently pressurized to about 500 psi, losing complete control and unleashing a jet stream so powerful the porcelain bowl shatters spraying shrapnel in a 50 ft radius.
The next day amongst the rubble they find the dixie cup embedded 3 inches deep into the concrete foundation 2 floors below.
Then to make matters worse, while I was in the bathroom they called my name and a deaf girl thought they were calling her. They examined her and wrote all her information down as mine. By the time they realized the mistake they were half an hour late for my appointment and I was climbing the walls.
Anyway, it's over now and I am free to pee when I please.
And before the speculation begins, NO I am not pregnant. Get those horrific thoughts out of your head.
That's about all the information you are going to get out of me today. Sorry for the long hiatus once again, I promise to update with more regularity. Not that I know anyone reads this or anything......what, with nobody EVER COMMENTING IN MY FORUM OR ANYTHING!!
A-hem. Please feel free to comment in my forum.
Thank you.
Later.