all over the place

i've finally done it. i have a new primary care physician. no more putting off going to the doctor when i'm clearly dying! no more making up excuses! after two years of bitching about the man in dark slope, i have a new doctor, brought to me on highest recommendation by the one co-worker i still respect. thursday afternoon i go see her, and she will be checking out the mysterious lumps i found in my neck on friday.

oh, you didn't know about those?

yeah. i have strange lumps in my neck. which are either very angry lymph nodes or cancer (or neither, but you know of my penchant for melodrama. come now.) i vascillate between mildly concerned and rife with all out panic. even though i'm fairly certain that my shiny new doctor is going to tell me it's largely stress-related.

'cause, you know. i've been a little stressed out lately. for myriad reasons. you know how it is.

in other news...last week, my producer told me that he absolutely had to see me. immediately. he had something very important to show me ("as long as it's not his cock," quoth the boy)...after postponing the meeting twice, i caught up with the man last night. and what did he have to show me? a shiny new guitar. MY shiny new guitar. he brought me a shiny new guitar. to which i said "meh?" and proceeded to giggle like a maniac for about ten minutes. plus, it seems we have access to studio time. real, honest to god studio time. that's right, children, we're going full throttle back to work on the CD. woooot!

what a strange, strange world it is in which we live.

and, a parting shot. next week, chairman of the board (you know, the one who sent me an email telling me he hates the work i've done on the website) and scary VP man are coming into the office. and guess what they want to talk about? that's right, liebchens, the website. me. to be perfectly honest, i'm so distressed by the fact of this meeting that i really don't know what to do with myself. at all.

so, to alleviate the pressure i think i'm going to stagger through the day, take thursday off (because, really. going to the doctor to get a lump in one's neck examined is quite enough agony for one day), and possibly go to soho and buy myself something pretty. finish off my roll of film (and possibly deposit it for processing). then go home. call my mother. call the biscuit. play with the shiny new gee-tar. and go to sleep.

thrilling, eh?