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[sanura]

Ah, House. Finally acknowledging onscreen what zillions of fics have made explicit for years: Wilson should sleep with House. Stephan came over to watch last night's episode, this afternoon. I will probably end up watching the rest of the new ones again with Joodles this weekend. Except that I have rehearsals all day both Saturday and Sunday. Hm.

I also have rehearsals all this afternoon and evening, and then work tonight. So I should be doing constructive things right now, but I ran out of the the webcomic backlog I procrastinated with all night last week, so I'll have to do some Linguistics. So I don't have to do it now. You see my logic. It is twisted.

Calling Health Services is interesting. They're pretty good at setting up appointments for clueless people. I've never had a gynecological exam, and I just turned 21, and when I mentioned last night in conversation with mama and Grandjo that I have a highly irregular cycle and haven't bled since before Thanksgiving, they thought maybe it was time I go see what's up. So I called and set up a time next Wednesday. Should be fun. It's been years since I've been to a doctor. I guess the last time (besides asking for some eyedrops last time I had pinkeye) was my physical in high school for swim team.

More people are asking me to sing medieval music with them. This makes up slightly for the fact that it got cold and the air got crunchy and dry and the sky is glaringly, autumnally blue again.

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[pvabaritony.livejournal.com]

Well Ryan, I'm afraid the only explanation for your irregular cycle is that you're pregnant - it's a miracle, you have immaculately concieved the antichrist, congratulations. Expect another large black dog to show up at your door sometime soon, probably along with an evil nanny and a saintly gardener. Let the fun begin!