At last I've rejoined the world of the healthy, after three weeks of vomitting, sweating, and dizzily sitting in the hospital. At one point I thought about taking all the perscription bottles and doing one of those crystal glass music numbers, where you fill them with water and ring around the rim. Is there a word for that? Crystal symphony is what I've been calling it.

But anyway, I'm finally going back to work, finally going out since apparently my spleen isn't in danger of bursting anymore, at least not as much, and finally my laptop is fixed and I have the internet again. I've missed it.

My little brother bought me an Iron Man pez dispenser to make me feel better. How sweet is that? If he weren't 6'4", I'd pinch his cheeks and hug him.

Also, I tried to bite off a guy's thumb last night who wouldn't give up on his desire to 'make out with a lesbian'. Thats what you get for trying to caress my face, douchefag. I hope he chokes on a curling iron.

Welcome back, me.