So. Finally called Dr. B2
's office about my test results. No thyroid problems, but my blood sugar is
elevated. No word yet about the ultrasound/uterine ick.
Went to see Dr. A (general doctor) today--he managed to fit me in, but it meant that I didn't get to go to class. Woe. Of course, by the time I got to see him, he was all like, "Thank you for completely wasting my time. You're almost well and there's nothing I can do for you." (I told you he was cranky.) So basically, get plenty of rest, but not so much rest that all my muscles atrophy; don't eat much, but eat something
; and drink lots of fluids, but not straight water, but not too much soda, either. Let's hear it for Dr. A (*golf clap*).
It's raining. And not men, either.
So Mom and I picked up a copy of Prisoner of Azkaban
on the way home. At least, that's how it started out. It ended up with a two-store trek through Best Buy and Williams-Sonoma, wherein we got a lot of Sister Girl Christmas-shopping done. Also, we ended up doing some shopping online at Amazon and Alivan's this morning (again: a lot of Sister Girl), so Sister Girl can just get out
of her current snit, or I know some starving children in Buchanesiapan who would enjoy some handcrafted Harry Potter merchandise.
(Sister Girl's current snit is that we watched POA without her--I saw it in the theater and neither Mom nor SG has seen it at all; they both want me around to ask questions, as SG has only recently started reading the books and Mom has no clue at all, and we tried to wake SG up [this is about 2 in the afternoon, mind you], and we knocked on the door and called to her and she didn't answer. Yesterday, I apparently knocked on her door "too loudly," and so she yelled at me and pulled the covers back over her head and didn't go to class just for spite, it seems. So today we were like, "Fine. Whatever." And we went and watched it by ourselves--well, we got as far as the Time-Turner before George got home. And now Sister Girl is mad. Uh-huh.)
So we're in Best Buy, and we want King Arthur
. I am pretty sure we will be a two-copy-owning household of King Arthur.
I am not proud of this, but what're you gonna do. The sales guy, unfortunately, says that it's not coming out until December 21, which is madness.
Never mind that my mother broaches the subject by saying, "Is that movie out?" I mean, now that I think about it, we always have the same conversation. Switch out the names and/or specific details, and this is it:( Collapse )
ETA: OMG I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT ELSE I WANTED TO TELL YOU: They have torn down the old town hall and they're building a new apartment complex there, la-di-da. And they're calling the neighborhood South Homewood, or... SoHo. Which is so very, very precious (and even worse, we already have a "Hollywood" neighborhood and a "Mayfair" neighborhood, and the entire stinking city is named after one already in England.
Anyway.) The complex is going to have its own little bank and post office and coffee shop and whatever. You know what the name of the complex is going to be? "Phat Flats." No, really. NO, REALLY. I just... I can't... I don't have enough "whatever" for this.
Oh, and vladimirsever
has seen Alexander.