If it wasn't friday, I swear, I would headbutt my desk right now. I am so incredibly bored. One day I'm busy, the next I am sitting here staring off into space and it's all I can do to prevent myself from falling into a comfortable deep sleep right here at my uncomfortable desk which would surely screw up my neck.

So....good news, good news, bad news, and news news.

Good news: I have Monday off. Woo!

Good news: My blood test results came back negative. Woo!

Bad news: I have to go for that colonoscopy on Monday. Woo.

News news: I might get published in the near or far future, depending on a few factors. Details will follow when I feel like writing about them and/or when something new pops up.

Done.

So I'm not terribly freaked out about the test on Monday because I have NO IDEA what to expect. Dad says I'll basically have to curl up into a ball on the table, on my side, while they do some unpleasant things to my derriere. Eh. I can't quite imagine it just yet. So I'm not bothered.

However, Sunday I can only drink clear fluids such as broth, jello, water, etc.. and I'm NOT looking forward to that. I also have to drink some stuff that was prescribed to me, you know, to empty myself. Yeah, that'll be fun. I don't much care about the runs ASS-pect of it, that's nothing new. What's actually bothering me about this whole ASS-pect is I have to drink some clear liquid with, probably, some horrible after-taste, or during taste, and before taste I'm sure.

And I could give a rat's ass about my grammar right now.

"They say" to mix this liquid crap with juice to make it TOLERABLE. That's what it says on the bottle. TOLERABLE? Which is a euphemism (or some such) for SHITTY SHITTY TASTE!

Is the doctor going to be anal-retentive or anal-expulsive? Hmm.

And another annoying factor in all of this: As if I wasn't being put out enough by having an alien probe my ass, I ALSO have to go get a hospital card before I even get this test done. Now, I'm sure people who have been to or stayed in hospitals can sympathize with me. Getting a hospital card is a pain in the ASS! (especially in quebec where french rule all and english is an afterthought...'Ello, where'd I leave my 'h''s? H-ouch! My h-arm urts! ) But is it a bigger pain in the ass than a colonoscopy? That remains to be...uhm...felt.

Uhm.

I've been thinking of getting my own domain name. Seriously thinking about it. But I'm not quite sure who the best host is, etc etc. So maybe if some people can provide me with information, that would be GREATLY APPRECIATED. Otherwise, I guess it's back to researching I go.

Also, if and when I get this domain name I thought I would go all out. Post pictures, snippets of my writing, my diary (of course) and other fascinatingly boring tidbits about yours truly. So if THAT'S not incentive enough to help me with my domain name purchase, then I don't know WHAT is! Think about it -- you'd finally get to see what I look like. Hmm. Is she really fat like she implies she is? Is she ugly? Hmm.

Or don't help me and be bastards. Anyway. If you do decide to help me then please do so (in depth) by e-mail. Thanks.

Note: I reserve the right to pester you with questions if I find you are being vague or I am being stupid.