Current mood:	loved
Current music:	Fiona Apple - "Paper Bag"

outta my funk, into my element
I didn't want to write again until I'd heard news, or at least calmed down enough to be rational.

Life is ok. Monitoring is going on. Everyone is sure I'm fine, except Barley amazingly enough. Isn't it funny that the one person I didn't want to tell is the one person who has the word-for-word identical reaction I had? But that is immaterial. I don't care; there are larger tragedies in life than the potential end of my time here. I would rather enjoy what time I do have than worry about what time I don't.

Who talks on the phone for 7 hours?! Who actually, honestly, stays on the phone with me for 7 hours?! AND THERE WERE NO LONG AWKWARD PAUSES! WTF, mate?! About 2 hours of texting, followed by 4 hours on the phone, and another hour of texting. WHAT THE HELL!

I can't help it, I'm a little excited today. Not only did I have another lengthy talk last night (with an admonishment to get in contact again this lovely Friday), but I also have a party tonight.

For one night only, in my itsy bitsy apartment, VEGAS NITE!!!! WOO HOO!!!

Ginger-lime chicken strips (cut up for ease of serving)
Tropical Shrimp Kabobs
Grilled Fruit
Veggie Platter (not me)
Chicken Wings (not me)
Dice-shaped Cheese Ball (not me)
Mojito Pitcher
Peppermint Ice Cream Pie with chocolate sauce

I think I plan a damn fine menu!!! The theme of the food I have control over is "green and rich." Tonite's entertainment includes the movie "Rounders" and lessons on how to play whatever style of poker is requested. I even called Danny last night to refresh some of the finer points of Omaha, though I HATE that damn style of play. I'd rather play pot limit stud, which incidentally makes me gag.

At any rate, I am VERY enthusiastic about tonight. I need to go buy the rest of the groceries and pray I have enough rum for everyone. This is gonna be GOOD.... ;)

Next week, Dr. Poppa Smurf is retiring. Technically, today is his last day. I am saddened by the prospect of this. I am also amused, as it gives me a solid opportunity to drink and be merry (with several young, handsome and unattached doctors) at a local hotspot. I'm thinking the black silk shirt, the dark jeans and the black stilettoes. *nods* I'm a bad, bad, bad girl. I just want to have a good time. I think this will accomplish it.