|Friday, May 13th, 2005|
21:56 (13.05.05) - Computer suggestions (no beanie today, either)
I am going to get a new computer.
As I do not yet know if I am in the teaching program, I may well stall on this another week or so, but it will happen in the near future.
Depending on my budget, I will get either a Mac laptop or a Linux desktop. I mostly want input on the second concept, as I think I have a pretty clear idea of what I want in a Mac laptop and I know where to easily get one that works out of the box.
So anyway, the Linux box.
I want to know where to buy one, ideally from someone who has actually bought from the shop in question.
( in which I plea for adviceCollapse )
current mood: lazy
(8 proofs | theorem?)
22:50 (13.05.05) - Stomach vs Medical Science, round whatever
I got another letter from my doctor's office. My second round of bloodwork is back.
I'm not allergic to anything.
Well, anything they tested for at least, which includes soy, wheat, eggs, dairy, etc.
I haven't gotten a positive allergy test result since I was little, when I came back positive for a cat allergy.
Well fuck, I say. I guess my problems with soy are all in my head, and my tummy is just upset due to stress. I guess I can eat these cupcakes that dad bought for my birthday, and they shall be tasty indeed.
What follows is a short play for two actors, entitled "Tummy vs Cupcake":
( More about my digestive system than you probably want to knowCollapse )
So anyway, soy allergy or not, it appears that something in processed foods isn't exactly going to be part of this balanced breakfast for me any time soon. I still strongly suspect soy.
I see a gastrointestinologist on June 9th. I hope they have some theories.
I hate being me.
I'm totally undecided on whether to try to make my traditional birthday cake or not this year. It typically involves both soy and eggs, and I really don't have time to make it twice if I fuck the first one up, so I don't really want to substitute a bunch of stuff. Bleh.
Perhaps I will serve the cake right before the guests go home. That might be a good compromise.
I hate my body so much.
current mood: sick
(4 proofs | theorem?)