Scary

Today I had the pleasure of my first visit to a certain kind of specialist.

Yesterday I had the displeasure of finding a lump. You can't really say the words "a lump" without the connotations of "early death" or "have you seen 'Terms of Endearment'?" I tried not to worry. Work was a very welcome distraction. Sleep didn't really come last night, and I just lay in bed entertaining dark thoughts about terminal illness. People cried. Unable to afford a funeral I jumped into a volcano.

I do not have anything to be alarmed about though. It's a stupid disease (but embarrassing).

I feel like I am born new. There is no waste to this any more. There will be more exercise and more fresh fruit and vegetables in my new lifestyle.

I finished the novel's draft on Monday. This next draft should be somewhat quicker.