I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

I'm at my computer, finishing my chocolate chip cookie from Soup Daddy. I've spent the morning getting oriented, and it's clear that QA is going to be a whole new ball game here for me. The weird part is going to be having the head of development hovering over me for the next couple of days, which he kind of has to do since the QA guy has been gone for a month and someone needs to show me what's going on here.

Last night motomotoyama and I went to the Medgar Evers pool for 7 PM water aerobics. (Quote: I don't look good in this suit. Response: And that's why were here, isn't it?) I didn't raise as much of a sweat as I would have liked, and I also unfortunately got way more strain on my knee than I wanted. I guess I need to be going to the MW 6 PM class. And with any luck, we'll be taking the Experimental College flamenco class soon. Add that to the walks I'll be taking to work, and I'll be a much nicer looking Web Cowgirl soon - more muscle and a nice layer of Soup Daddy fat!

It's off to the Doctor for me ... let's hope I don't have an, um, serious problem.

Late afternoon, and I'm at home reading the new Gibson book and eating buttered popcorn. I feel really free, at peace. I haven't felt this relaxed in a while. There's only one dog in the house, and I have a complete lack of responsibilities ahead of me this weekend, soaking dishes aside. I'm pretty sure this feeling has been brought on by staying nearly completely away from the internet today, although my little brain cells were buggering with information and I was relieved I hadn't killed any of them off in a while.

The doctor said I have some kind of bizarre blood blister, and made an appointment for me to have it cauterized off Monday (they'll check and make sure it's nothing more serious at that time, too). Of course it blew up again after I got home, but other than trying to make sure I didn't bleed on the linoleum (and wasting rather a lot of kleenex) it wasn't a big deal.

I want to get back to my book now. Over and out.