July 18, 2008

• Tuesday, I had a mole removed from my chin.  It's been problematic for many years and, although posing no explicit health risk, Fella convinced me that it was a good time to just go ahead and get it gone.  And gone it went.  With a side of regret which arrived 10 hours later.  I was worried I had done the wrong thing.  That I'll inevitably be horribly scarred worse than the mole was annoying.  I shed a few tears (seriously, like three--maybe five) and went to bed.

   

  Then I read last night that someone else has made the same decision--surely we've all read or heard by now that SJP had her quasi-signature mole removed from her chin.  While I'm not one who would subscribe to this sort of celebri-trend, I felt reassured about my own decision.  If SJP, whose livelihood is largely based upon her façade, can take a walk on the scar tightrope, it's OK that I am, too.

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  I've been stuffing my face with Milk Chocolate Covered Mini Pretzels that I got at TJ's a few days ago.  Seriously, I'll have plowed through nearly the entire bag in a mere two days.  Good thing I'm feeling sick from all that I've eaten so far today that I don't think I can fit any more in.

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  I'm running my contraband space heater under my desk today.  So much for saving energy, right?  My cubicle is seriously absolutely a frozen tundra.  I'm afraid that between the low pressure system coming out of the HVAC and the high pressure system under my desk, I'm going to create a storm pattern the moves over my desk!

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