All is well

News from today's clinic visit is good....blood counts are all coming up well.

More Sunnyside photos....

Our Lady of Skillman Avenue



Cleanliness next to Godliness



Spring is springing...



Spring fever is subject to interpretation....St. Pat's day is also coming soon...



Lost valentine

An outing.

I went to Long Island City with my friend. We like PS1 on the outside, but we would rather freeze than look at the bad art on the inside. What is going on with PS1? Who is smoking crack there?

The Court Square diner is open 24 hours. It's the diner that time forgot. The "Jukebox Broken" signs are on every single table.

Sunnyside in the snow

We haven't had a real snow since I have lived here! It's beautiful.




And people still need to have pizza delivered, apparently.

Today's clinic appointment

All systems are go. Counts are good. Doctor who never used to smile is still smiling. I screwed up one of my meds and I didn't get yelled at.

Love to everybody.

Bittman

Bittman Haikus


Put some meat in a pan.
Season; you figure it out.
Fry til it's done.

Adjust the broiler.
Two inches? Four? Oh.
Something like that.

In salad dressing,
use wine, or soy sauce, or stout
Motor oil? All four?

Season your fish well.
Dill or parsley or sage, or...
Whatever seems good.

Cook some spaghetti.
Put some random stuff in it.
I don't give a fuck.

Buy my cookbooks! Please!
I wish I knew what food was.
Still, I gotta eat.

Sunny Sunnyside

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I took a walk this afternoon and took some more pictures. I also had the pleasure of meeting Johnny Cash's cousin in somebody's front yard. I had no idea that JC had family in the neighborhood.

Rosemary's Baby?

I feel like I'm possessed. Technically, I sort of am. I have another person's DNA in my body and it's growing every day. It's like science fiction. I don't even like science fiction that much, and here I am living it.

One:

I love to eat but tend not to have much capacity. I just don't eat that much. Mister Man is another story. A few nights ago I ate four slices of pizza. I am usually a two-slice girl. I also ate a giant mound of salad. Then I ate almost a whole pint of Hagen Daaz.

Last night I ate a huge half-pound hamburger (I had to have it well-done, but it was still good) and a whole mess of broccoli and potatoes. Then I ate almost a whole pint of Hagen Daaz.

I am actually eating as much as my mother does, PLUS the Hagen Daaz. What the fuck is going on here?

(note: I feel like it's wrong to eat a whole pint on Hagen Daaz, and that's why I eat almost a pint, which is apparently okay.)

Two:

I hate the cold and I'm a total sissy about it. We have had so little real winter weather this year, and I have missed most of it because I have been in the slammer or on lockdown. I was all freaked out about going out in the cold because I'm skinny as a rail, and because, again, I just hate it.

Suddenly, the cold doesn't bother me a bit. Bring it on, February, you bitch!

Three:

I have been going crazy around the house, putting together IKEA shit and organizing closets and cooking everything in sight, and now I'm ready to tackle my file cabinet, which is the proverbial overstuffed dead letter office. I can't hardly wait. I'm frothing at the mouth. I'm champing at the bit.

Here's the clincher: I'm averaging 5-6 hours of sleep a night, and I don't sleep during the day at all.

Could it be the steroids? Possibly, except that my dose has been lowered several times and the only change I have seen is that I'm sleeping a little better. My energy and appetite are the same as when I was on twice the dose. They're going to decrease them again next week so we'll see.

I don't know who this Mister Man guy is but I'm starting to wonder if he's a WWF wrestler or something. That would be kind of cool. What an incongruous combination.

Curiouser and Curiouser, as Alice would say.

Stay tuned.

Funniest Craig's List Ad in the World

Thanks to Moira.

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Happy VD

Yikes.

Out and about

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. I went out for a walk this morning.

Past the crazy Jesus store...
And the crazy germophobe bodega...
I visited two of my favorite haunts - the 99 Cent store and the Aubergine Cafe.

Yes, I actually went inside, drank coffee, and wrote for an hour. I almost felt like a person.