Friends! Lycanthropes! Misfits! Children of God! I come bearing good tidings of good things that are good!

My surgery went okay — thanks for asking, K. The path report came back and they got all of the cancer. The pharmacist at my local Walgreens, upon filling a prescription for me, said, “Wow! Congrats! You’re a cancer survivor!” I told her that we prefer to be referred to as “cancer victims” and not “survivors” but I think my humor noir was lost on her. She’s just a pharmacist! Sheesh! It would be asking too much of any person to count pills all day and have a keen eye for jokes made in poor taste. Be reasonable.

Anyhow, the procedure itself was only minorly painful (ed note: I do have a freakishly high tolerance to physical pain so your mileage may very vary.) The worst part of the whole thing was that I was prohibited from doing the s-e-x word (at least in my baby cave) for three weeks post-op. This pretty much guarantees that I’ve grown a new freshness seal (hymen, in some circles.)

Anyhow, about that three weeks? If you were keeping track, you would know that it ends tonight.

So. See ya!

(p.s. just foolin’ about the YouTube tag)