not me, bunny. the second i started playing orange juice, he started running around in mad circles, doing the amazing little flying bounce in the air thing that he does. it's amazingly cute. i tend to feel bad that i let little bunny run around more than the Big One, but i'll offer an Out Of Cage Time for big bunny, and he shows no interest.
today, i had to go to the doctor, to get new scripts, check blood test results (no, i don't have HIV, Heb b or c, an iron problem....etc, etc... but i do have glandular fever. oh Joy.). while i was there, the doctor did the 'concerned doctor face'... looking at my acne, oh so sadly... 'oh, god, that's looking terrible at the moment.'
you know what? who fucking cares. it's my skin. it doesn't hurt. it's not burning. i don't care if there are small scars. it won't kill me, or, god, even hurt me. however, having it pointed out just makes me feel shit. and irritated. and very very dubious about doctors intentions. i clearly don't mind a great deal. but hell, you'll sell more medication if i need four topical applications, and a drug that might make me infertile, so that a couple of small lesions on my face, that no one other than me notices. better still was a leaflet i saw in the doctors office, explaining that the frustrating, socially crippling 'illness' of acne is TREATABLE!!! and CURABLE!
yeah. irritated.
in better news, ... um... i saw the PM today. he had hair. that's about all the observations i care for. and leonard cohen touring. that's ace.
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