Exit Stage Left

I don't like writing generic update posts or simply bitching publicly, prefering instead to choose a topic and then just go to town, but tonight as an homage to the way my life is going right now, and the way my brain is functioning, I'm going to take advantage of the bullet function on blogger.

• Why is it that newspaper websites like this and this suck-ass so hard? They are the slowest f'ing sites on the planet. I need them to be fast, I don't have all the time in the world. Oy!
• One of my co-workers--and someone I would probably put in the "best" friend category--left the DCPA two weeks ago. I am now not only doing my own job, which takes up enough time, but I'm doing hers, as well, until we find her replacement. Which might explain why I need this site and this one to be a little faster: fucking clips, I thought I was done with that part of my life. Oy!
• For the third time in three months the check engine light in my car came on. And, for the third time in three months I shelled out another couple hundred bucks to have the magic light extinguished. Which means that for the third time in three months I've spent more than $700 each month on my car. Oy!
• My breast is healing nicely (thanks to everyone for your thoughts, comments and e-mails!). I had my official post-op appointment last Friday. The bruising is almost completely gone. I have one big bruise that's causing something called "epidermal fasciitis" (yes, that's a real word). It's causing the skin on the surface to fall off and then oozes out some puss and blood before scabbing over. I realize that was probably a big TMI moment for most of you, but this is my blog, dammit, and I'll fucking say what I like. :) Anyhow, this fasciitis takes--get this--six months to heal. Plus it drastically increases my risk of infection so I get to go back to the surgeon a little more frequently. Oy!

I'm sure there's much more about which I could bitch, but I'm exhausted and struggling to keep my eyes open, so I think I'll go tuck myself into bed and pop in a library-rented DVD and hope to fall asleep. In closing I'd just like to point out on last thing: have you ever noticed that a majority of the word "boy" is made up by the word "oy?" Took the words right outta my mouth...