LOL Until Cats.

Today, I had to chuckle to myself, because of all the pricey luxuries to be found in and around the King of Prussia Mall, I had to find some gas for my car. Thanks to not exactly estimating the location of the gas station I could see from the road, I had to drive about halfway around the entire mall just to get back to the Exxon. Oops. Note to self: next time, Gulph Road, not Mall Boulevard.

This, paired with some pointless slow traffic, made me late for an appointment with Liz, the new dietitian, but only by about 15 minutes. She seems really nice, and we worked out a plan for some small steps and changes I can make. More logging is in my future. Maybe I should just do my logging here and you all could hold me accountable? Maybe that's too public. We'll see.

Anyway, I just wanted to share something with everyone out there who, like me, religiously reads Six Until Me. Leave it to the fine LOLcat folks to publish her submission while she's on her honeymoon. Don't believe it? Click on the pic to see the photo with its credits! Maybe this is the internet's way of giving our good friend a wedding gift? I dunno. Make sure you LOL until you can't LOL no more. I think we could all use it.


more cat pictures

A Job and an Animal

There are two things you need to know, and this is all I really have time to tell you at the moment, since it's midnight here and I should be sleeping.

1. Started the new job today. Think I'm going to like it.

2. We got a hamster. His name is M.C. Hamsta. The M.C. stands for "misogynist c**kface", because in the course of about 2 days, he impregnated both of our friend's female hamsters. He had to be stopped, so now he's living with us. The cat is simultaneously fascinated and terrified. It's fun.

More on things later. Take care, blogosphere!

What's Up, Doc?

I am considering switching general physicians. My family doc, who I've mentioned before, is a really nice lady, but at the same time I feel like whenever I'm sick, my diabetes gets in the way. For example, today I went in because I think I have a UTI brewing, and I wanted to get a jump on some antibiotics before I start work next week. Nothing worse than pelvic pain to start a new job!

I go in, do the usual pee-in-a-cup test. I hope that my blood sugar isn't too high, because I'm gonna get called out on it as if it's something I was clueless of.

It could also be those good ol' ovarian cysts acting up again, but the pain isn't nearly as sharp or unbearable. I'm thinking UTI. I'm thinking bladder infection. I'm thinking it's going to be obvious, in-out-done.

The nurse comes in with a dinosaur of a glucose meter. "There's, like, a TON of glucose in your urine," she informs me. She's a nice, friendly nurse around my own age. She looks baffled by her equipment, but asks me if I want to test my sugar myself. She then says I can use my own meter and also tells me she doesn't know why the office meter is so old--it's pretty unfamiliar to both of us. She said in nursing school, they'd used newer equipment, so she was glad I was willing to do things myself. 5 seconds count down. 235.

The nurse leaves to tell the doc and comes back again. She wants to take my blood. I just had an A1c...what? 2 weeks ago at most? They want to do a CBC and a Hemoglobin A1c, she says. She's not quite sure why, but since my blood sugar is so high, I guess it's some kind of office policy.

Here's a thought...if I actually have the beginnings of an infection, my blood glucose is gonna go through the roof whether I want it to or not! That's generally what infections do!

Apparently my quickie-UTI test only showed "a couple of white cells" (doc's quote), and she doesn't seem convinced yet that I actually have any kind of infection. She thinks maybe my problems are exclusively from the amount of glucose I'm peeing out.

I'm glad my doc seems conscientious enough to not hand out antibiotics like Tic-Tacs, but on the other hand, I'm hurting here. I don't want to get sicker. She did write me a script, but she seemed pretty reluctant to do so.

I don't want to have an A1c test every time my blood sugar is high at a doctor's office, and this is not the first time this has happened. On the other hand, my doctor is generally nice, has good hours, and the office location is really convenient. As long as I don't have to pee in a cup, I'm usually happy.

Maybe the next time I think I have a UTI, I'll call my endocrinologist.

KeyNote Speaking

About a week or so ago, I was contacted by a rep from AgaMatrix, makers of the WaveSense KeyNote glucose monitor. The aforementioned marketing rep is a reader of Dorkabetic and thought that I would be a great candidate to evaluate their product. I can't say no to a meter that is supposed to be really accurate and uses a smaller sample size than my current choice of meters.

The KeyNote sells internationally under a variety of brand names. Also, here in the States, if you sign up with Liberty Medical Supply, the free meter you receive is a Liberty-branded KeyNote, because Wilford Brimley is always reminding you to check your blood sugar and check it often.

I'm interested to find out if there are really any differences in the meters that I use. I tend to pick a brand and stick with it, because in my mind, sometimes glucose monitors are glucose monitors. I plan to update all of you readers on my experiences with the KeyNote as I have them. So far, my experience has involved pulling everything out of the UPS shipping box and looking at it. Already one thing has set this company apart in my mind--WaveSense packages their test strips in vials of 50, saving on packaging in a big way. Now if only some of the "big boy" companies would jump on that bandwagon...

In other news, I didn't get the awesome non-profit dream job, but it's okay. Next week I'll start at DeVry University, and it's a great job that pays well. The people who work there seem really nice also. It just feels great to finally be valued for my potential as an employee. Also, with the exception of a PA state inspection, all of the silliness involving my driver's license and my car registration is done as of today.

Lots of good things going on. If you see me walking, you might notice that extra spring in my step.

Double-Tagged!

So both Jillian and Ashley really wanted to see what I'd do with this meme, so here goes (and now Kelly, too)...
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 6 people to be tagged, list their names & why you tagged them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying “You’re it!” & to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you, so since you’re not allowed to tag me back; let me know when you are done so I can go read YOUR weird, random, facts, habits and goals.

1. While my own blog posts may not be grammatically perfect, I am a stickler for good grammar basics. My pet peeves are unnecessary quotation marks and misused apostrophes. (For example, "The book is your's" instead of "yours"; or "2 Bagel's for $1"--plurals don't need apostrophes!!)

2. I was in band and choir all through high school. I sang alto and played clarinet. In high school, I was in a selective co-ed choral ensemble at my school, and I also sang in the advanced-level chorus. Friends of mine from chorus in high school are now music teachers, opera singers and professional musicians! I even was in choir for a couple of semesters of college. I believe I inherited my late Grandma's musical talents, because goodness knows my parents can't sing!

3. I like taking pictures. I don't have a lot of formal photographic training, but I think I can compose a shot pretty well. Lots of friends give me compliments. Here, take this for example...














4. I love diner food. (Oh really? You ask, tsk tsk-ing because I mentioned that my cholesterol is high...whatever.) I just love going to diners in general. I think Guy Fieri from the Food Network has a great job because he gets to go around the country and eat at all the delicious dives the US has to offer.

5. Some women may prefer macho muscle men, but I like sensitive skinny boys. Frequently ones in glasses, but mostly I just like them fairly well-dressed.

6. In college, my roommate and I had a radio show that we called "The Two Dorks on the Radio". She graduated a year ahead of me, so the next year, I was "One Lonely Dork on the Radio". I also was the permanent guest co-host of my good friend Ryan's radio show. I remember one time breaking down into a ridiculous giggle fit reading entertainment news for Ryan because I was completely taken aback that JAG was still on TV airing new episodes.

7. Actually, speaking of Ryan, I think there were one or two people we worked with at the radio station who thought we were dating. While we were pretty much best friends and partners in crime, no dating or even making out actually occurred. Hugs, certainly, but Ryan's like a brother to me. We ate cereal together at dinner, discussed our latest writing projects, and tried [sometimes in vain] to make sense of Ryan's love life.

8. I'd love to do some freelance writing. If anybody has any advice on how to break into it, feel free to send it my way!

9. My stuff is still not completely unpacked from the move back in October. We have boxes and boxes that are still loaded. Opened, yes, but still full of stuff. Now that I'll be getting a job, we can finally afford furniture to put everything in! Hooray for bookshelves and dressers!

10. I love mojitos. They are both tasty and delicious. I also like margaritas, cosmopolitans, and appletinis. Mmm, fruity drinks. Umbrellas are optional, but generally fun.


I'm tagging Amylia and Beth, as I figure most everyone else has been tagged at this point. If you haven't been tagged, feel free to say that I tagged you! ;)

The Late-Night Endo Wrap-Up

Today's visit with my endocrinologist had its share of ups and downs, but honestly, I walked away feeling good. I feel motivated. I know I can do this. Let's break down the lab work, since that's what I was most interested in...

Urine check: normal!
Thyroid: normal!
Blood glucose reading at time of test: 116!
In-between metabolic-related readings: normal!

Now the disappointments:

A1c: 8.7, up from 8.3. Gonna be working on that one.
Cholesterol: High. My LDL is 160, and it should be under 100.

Looks like I'll be focusing on healthier eating and remembering to check my blood sugar more often. I got a bigger test strip prescription to allow me to do this, because I definitely find myself avoiding checking my blood sugar sometimes because I'm nervous about running out of strips before insurance will pay for another month's supply.

Anyway, I am far from being where I want to be, but I feel like it's within my reach. I know what I need to do, now it's just a matter of the practical application of those things.

Tomorrow, I have my last job interview for [hopefully] quite some time. Send some good vibes my way, as this job is even a tiny bit more exciting than the one I've already been offered. Writing and creativity are part of the job description for this one, so it's incredibly appealing to me.

I've never been in a position where I could potentially have 2 job offers before. I already have one job in the bag (pending my pee test, which better be clean, or I'll be extremely puzzled), and yet I can't stop thinking about the other one I get to discuss again tomorrow. There is a flurry of activity in my little brain. What will happen? What, indeed?

Here's what's gonna happen--I'm gonna haul my butt to the DMV on Friday, because guess who found her marriage certificate! Hooray for official residence and voter registration, and a big hooray for the vehicle registration I will have soon after! And FYI...my important documents now have a permanent residence in my filing cabinet. No worries about that stuff ever again.

YES!

Everyone can commence the happy-dancing now. I have a job offer, a potential start date, and one interview left to go this week. If that goes well, hopefully I will get an offer on that job, but if not, I still have something cool lined up!

That is, after they run the background check and I get the drug test.

Finally! FINALLY!! YAY!

Oh, and um, endo appointment tomorrow. You'll hear all about that tomorrow. Got the bloodwork done today, and they only needed 3 vials. It was amazing--I thought it was going to require at least half a dozen.

I HAVE A JOB!!!!

Monday Meows

So in light of yesterday's more angsty post, today I'm feeling a bit better. My right leg seems to be back to normal, but I'm definitely going to ask about it at Wednesday's endo appointment. I also took a pic of my ankles so if they aren't that bad at appointment time, I can show Dr. Blackstone what happens and why it bothers me so much. I'm going to be proactive and get my problems dealt with properly this time.

Today I searched through boxes to try and find my marriage certificate. Note to any newlywed or about-to-be newlywed ladies out there (ahem, Kerri, Gina...), make sure you keep your marriage certificate somewhere where you ALWAYS remember where it is, even when you move. I'm trying to get a drivers' license here in PA, and they need to see social security card, current license from another state, birth certificate or passport and proof of address. Unfortunately, my Delaware license reflects my married name, and not the name on my birth certificate and previous PA license, so they want to see my marriage certificate. But where is it? What box is it in? I'll tell you what I did manage to find today: Nigel's Sega Dreamcast, Matt's skateboard helmet, a handful of books I've been meaning to read and a Fall Out Boy CD that I nearly forgot I owned, but no certificate yet. Sigh. I have to be close, I mean, Matt found the power cord for the printer, and we've only been searching for that for 5 months!

The weather is crappy today, and I'm jealous because Nigel has been in bed all day, snuggled up with his newest girlfriend. I mean, literally, all day. I'd be more than happy to spend all day canoodling with my husband, but he works normal business hours. Lucky Nigel just got switched to a 4-day work week. Not to worry, blogosphere, this new love interest has my approval. (You remember that crazy one from a while back, right?) But it's cold out today, and I want a twelve-hour snugglefest to call my own, dammit!

In the meantime, here's a video that I thought was adorable, but hey, if cats walking on treadmills isn't your cup of tea, you can feel free to ignore it:

The Absolute Worst Thing About Diabetes

If someone were to come up and ask you what the absolute worst thing about having diabetes is, what would you tell them? Would it be the painful finger pricks and injections? Would it be the knowledge that you have to take insulin and/or medications every day for the rest of your life? Would it be the oft-restrictive diet plan, or maybe having to lose weight but finding it difficult? Maybe it would be panic about low or high blood sugars, especially during the night or at an important event.

For me, I've decided today, that for me, the absolute worst thing about having diabetes is having to deal with other health problems. I am not alone in that I have a pretty healthy fear of complications from diabetes, but it does not help when some members of your support system try to interpret your every ache and pain as D-related.

It's bad enough that my ankles swell on an almost daily basis, because others sometimes take notice. These people include my mom, who I know is constantly fretting about how it HAS to be my kidneys. I had a kidney scare back in late high school or early college, and it was definitely terrifying at the time, but I was put on ACE inhibitors, and my kidney tests have come out fine ever since. I am not 100% convinced that anything was wrong with my kidneys to start with--maybe it was a side effect of the antibiotics I was taking for my severe acne at the time. I am always worried that people see my swollen ankles and no longer see a twentysomething woman living the best life she can with diabetes. Suddenly I become that out-of-control girl who never cared about her health, that noncompliant diabetic who's going to lose a limb or an organ.

I feel like there are things wrong with me that no doctor ever takes the time to fully explain. I take medicine for tachycardia, but I am not sure if that's because my heart beats too fast or because it's arhythmic. No one ever explained to me if that was related to my diabetes or not, and it took Gary telling me that tachycardia is not typically something diabetes-related to ease my mind. For nearly a year, I thought my heart issues were my own fault for not having better control, because I didn't know any better.

I have an appointment with my endo this week, and I hope that I can sit down with her & explain everything that's wrong with me, and instead of just having her react to it, I want her to be proactive. I know she's a really cool lady, and I know she's a good listener, so I think something can work out. I just really don't know what to say, or how to say it without bursting into tears.

The absolute worst thing about diabetes is that some doctors don't necessarily see you as a person with a strange medical issue that's popped up. They see you as that diabetic with a bad A1C who OF COURSE is having health problems. Look. Don't f**king ignore my problems just because my A1C is 8.5. I still have other health problems that aren't related to the fact that I have type 1 diabetes. Oh, and if you work in an ER, don't tell me I have a UTI that must have flared really suddenly when the symptoms are then identical to the ruptured ovarian cyst I ended up with a month and a half later.

For a couple of years, I've been asked if I have PCOS, and I've asked the same of my doctors, who responded with, "Well, do you have regular periods? Yes? No, you probably don't have it." Yet I have the trademark insulin resistance and body type, as well as a family history of ovarian cysts. I am waiting to have a gynecologist appointment to tell me the truth.

I want every ache, every pain, every tingle, twitch, and twinge, every incident of my leg falling asleep to not be accompanied by my brain saying, "Oh no, Hannah! It's your diabetes complications! They're finally caught up with you!" as if they just magically, suddenly manifest from the sky like the horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Why all this angst? Why today? I sat on the floor at a friend's house yesterday, and my legs fell asleep. It happens. Whatever. I'll admit I was sitting at an odd angle on a hard floor. However, my left leg recovered, and my right leg, even after sleeping, still feels half asleep. WebMD has me convinced it's peripheral neuropathy, rheumatoid arthritis, a blood clot, Lupus and seven other rare disorders--all at the same time! (note: sarcasm, people. sarcasm.) But really, I don't quite know what's wrong, and I'm definitely worried about it. But if I need to call my doctor in the morning, I want things to be taken seriously, and I don't want it with a side lecture regarding the nature of my diabetes self-care.

Maybe I pinched a nerve. Maybe I do have a blood clot. Whatever it is, I just want to be taken care of and not scolded for all the things that could happen to me in the future. If those things aren't my problem NOW, why bother talking about them.

When something is wrong with me, please, by all means, help me fix it. Sometimes, you really need to ignore the elephant in the room. He might just be there because that's where he lives.

WTF, Low Cal Gal?

I thought I was going to blog today about how my job search is close to causing me panic. However, I did have a second interview this morning with one place, and I thought it went okay. I have a second interview that I'm really looking forward to next week. If I don't get either of these jobs, I think my nerves will be shot. But I decided after watching some lunchtime TV that's not what today's blog is really about.

There is this show on the Discovery Health channel around noontime called "Weighted". I don't normally watch it, because I'm usually catching up on the "What Not to Wear" rerun on TLC, however I'd seen today's WNTW like 3 times already. I switch over to Discovery Health to find a pear-shapely, pretty-faced blonde lady (hereafter PFBL) crying to her personal trainer because she DOESN'T WANT TO eat healthy whole grains. PFBL is literally crying over a suggestion of healthy carbs!

Honestly, if I didn't know that carbs could be healthy, I would be crying tears of joy if someone told me to eat them as part of a weight-loss plan!

Poor PFBL has herself all worked up into a major tizzy because her trainer/nutritionist is telling her it's okay to eat carbs. The trainer gets so fed up with PFBL's refusal to accept a healthy, balanced diet that she actually quits. I don't think I've ever seen a personal trainer quit on a diet/fitness show before! I don't really blame her, though. PFBL has some kind of incredible mindset that she should just never eat carbs. Ever. In fact, she also wants to eat a low-calorie diet because she knows she'll lose more weight. I think if you're trying to lose weight, it's okay to eat fewer calories, but wait until you see where PFBL wants to take this.

Trainer #2 shows up. He has her doing an activity where they compare healthy lunch ideas. He has a low-fat turkey sandwich made with whole-grain bread, plus lettuce and mustard. He has a low-fat yogurt cup, some fresh fruit as snacks, and some carrots. PFBL sneers at his carrots. "They have SO many carbs in them!" she practically gags.

I am thinking, "Wow, if that's something I can eat to be healthy and lose weight, why am I not eating that right now? I love carrots and low-fat yogurt!"

She shows the trainer her lunch. No fruits. An afternoon snack of a bit of cheese and two Melba toasts. (So, if you don't know what Melba toasts are, think 2 crackers.) Only some iceberg lettuce salad with a carefully measured ounce of cheese and some meat from a can. I can't tell if it's tuna or chicken, but she says it tastes awful. The trainer says, "So you're telling me you don't like this at all, but you're eating it anyway?"

"It's how I'm going to lose weight," answers PFBL. "Low-carb, low-calorie. I'm only eating 800 calories a day."

That's not a typo, kids. Pretty-Faced Blonde Lady said eight hundred calories. The trainer almost flips on her. He scolds her that she's starving herself, and she's NOT going to keep the weight off because she'll yo-yo back up again when she starts to eat normally. I think she starts crying again--she's worked so hard, how could he be so meeeean, waaahhhhh.... By this time, I am so irritated with this woman that I go off to make my own lunch--a big bowl of veggie soup and a peanut butter sandwich.

OMG! CARBS!! But I digress...

I was even more irritated with the end of the program, where PFBL finds she has lost 41 pounds and a total of 22 inches. She looks good, but I am certain that she is not following the trainer's food advice. She never indicated any interested in it. However, once she completed a 10K run, showed the trainer her improved time on the obstacle course, and had her final weigh-in, no one seems concerned that this poor lady is a Diet Nazi who beats herself up emotionally for wanting a slice of bread once in a while. Suddenly, everyone is all, "Oh, how great for you PFBL! You're amazing!"

PFBL comments, "I've never been this thin before! I think I want to lose even MORE weight!"

And I change the channel. What was I learning from that show? What was anyone learning from that show? I think people get too obsessive about their diets and about losing weight, and a show that is supposed to help the participants feel better about themselves just perpetuated the cycle of keeping us a diet- and thin-crazed nation.

Let's all go out and only eat 800 calories a day! Of course the pounds will melt right off! We'll all be single-digit sizes in no time!

People who obsess about dieting really irritate me. It's one thing if you do it to decrease your insulin resistance or some other health reason, but honestly, we don't all need to be a size 4. Or a 6. What is our country's collective obsession with being a single digit size? If I drop some pounds or inches, I'd hope to make it down to a size 14--I think that would rock.

I don't know about you, but I think PFBL and many others could learn the virtues of healthy eating by holding a party in their tummy. Remember, kids, the carrots, green beans, and even (gasp!) carbs all wanna go to the party!! See?

Ouch.

So last Friday, I was waiting on a call from a company, because they had called me back into their office to ask me a couple of questions and find out when I was available to start work. I was under the impression I would have heard from them on Monday. The whole week passed, and I heard nothing. Today has pretty much passed, and I've still heard nothing.

I'm irritated that a company can flake out like that on their job candidates. It seemed like 97% certain to me that they wanted to hire me. However, I'm not losing sleep over it.

I have a second interview on Thursday that I'm looking forward to, and a second interview next week for the job that I want the most. I think I'm really close to a job that I will definitely enjoy, and it's about time!

That's not the ouch that I'm talking about, though. I am talking about the ouch of a lot of exercise all at once! Our friend Mike invited us hiking yesterday in Wissahickon Valley Park, which is part of the massive Fairmount Park system in Philadelphia. It wasn't so much a hike for me as a long walk--I know my limits, and I know that climbing up and down hills will wear me out really fast. I stuck to the flat, picturesque path. It's a fun walk with scenery that is both pretty and historical. Where we hopped on the trail was the Cedars House, which has been around since the late nineteenth century. The whole trail area used to house several mills, so there are some dams in the creek, and many bridges you can cross on various trails.

It's just a happy trip. People are riding their horses or their bikes. They are running alone, or with a friend, or in a group. There are families walking together with dogs and babies in strollers. There are old couples holding hands. There's plenty of greenery and flowers, and there are benches if you get tired. Fairmount Park is apparently home to a lot of sculptures, including this one that we could see across the creek from the path we followed, way up on the hillside. He's built right in, looking west. If you don't stop to look for him, you might miss him along the way:

We stopped for some drinks and ice cream cones at the Valley Green Inn, which is right along the trail. Where their actual parking lot is, I'm not sure, but it's like coming up on an oasis if you don't know what's about to hit you. The inn itself serves really tasty-looking food if you scan their menu, but they maintain a snack stand with picnic tables at the side for anybody passing by with ice cream, sandwiches, water, Gatorade, soft pretzels, etc. And how cute is this little building?Needless to say, today I'm sore. My thigh muscles especially. It was a 3 mile jaunt from our car to the Valley Green, so another 3 miles back. I didn't expect to have so much fun, but I thought it was really great. If anything, it inspires me to exercise more during the week so if I get the urge for a long weekend walk, I won't be hurting so much the day after. Also, if Matt and I are looking for a nice, romantic evening out, we might just want to figure out where the Valley Green's parking lot actually is (walking 3 miles in heels to get dinner? haha!) and try the real menu. Hey, that soft serve was pretty delicious...

Eat Your Heart Out, Captain Vegetable!

Some random YouTube-ing today led me to find something that filled me with incredible joy. Being a person in my twenties, sometimes it doesn't seem that far off that I was watching the kids' shows of yore. I'm old-skool, yo--I watched Sesame Street long before Elmo was the main attraction. One of my first words was actually Grover! Of course, I loved Grover, and Bert & Ernie, all the musical bits, and naturally, all the general Muppet wackiness. Case in Point: Captain Vegetable!

So, randomly, I found footage of a kids' show that's on Nick Jr. currently called Yo Gabba Gabba!, and I was immediately taken by the bright colors, the quirky humor and most importantly the way it drew me in as a grown-up. I don't have any kids of my own, but I am pretty certain that a lot of grown-ups feel the same after watching a lot of preschool shows as they do when they have too much saccharin. Let's face it--no grown up looks forward to Barney, except for the fact that it keeps their kids quiet for half an hour.

It's totally goofy, yet full of people who interest me, for example, I found a clip with Elijah Wood teaching a silly dance (sorry, not called "The Frodo") along with a clip of The Shins singing a song about being a good sport. And ultimately, being a person who enjoys ska music, I nearly shot some diet Coke out of my nose upon viewing this clip:



I dare you to NOT smile after watching that. Come on, people, there's a banana playing a saxophone in a toybox!

That right there is a video that'll help young Rudy stop his messin' around and straighten him right out.

Say huh? Ska what? You're confused? Watch this video by The Specials:



Phone Call Watch Update: Nada. Silly company. As I said yesterday, whatever. I'm over it. If they call, cool. If they don't, I've still got backups!

Foiled Again by LOLcats

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If I ever get a kitty like this, I might just have to name it Wilford.

No phone call yet. The suspense is killing me--actually, it's more irritating than anything. In a nutshell, it's about a job. Sigh. In non-irritating job news, looks like the non-profit that I like is interesting in having me back for a second interview, and I still have a second interview set up with another place. I'm annoyed that no one has gotten in touch with me about the first thing yet, but I'm not sweating it. I have too many other possibilities right now, and that's cool with me.

Drama? Over it. Yes.