One

...is the loneliest number. Well folks, sorry to disappoint but the leprosy is back. That's a disgustingly prevalent thought these days: I am a leper. Untouchable. Unlovable. I guess I can wait a year. NOT. So, to break by bad mood streak, I started my day by going to the gynecologist. Oh yeah, that'll do it every time. Don't worry, at least I didn't have to wait long, only an hour. But with fun like that, it's worth the wait.
Is the sarcasm detector going off anywhere out there? I thought this could trigger it... sigh.
Well, we have one small improvement: blood pressure. 120/70. This is healthy. In my past, it has been as high as 140/90. I would call this an improvement. Also got some kudos on my weight loss. Unfortunately, I don't think my doc recanted her diagnosis of "pendulous breasts" which I saw in my chart when I peeked during the last visit. Is this a serious medical diagnosis? Who came up with this? (I am guessing it wasn't a woman or any kind of scientist who has ever heard of natural forces like, say, GRAVITY.) Whew. What does it say about me that being sarcastic and caustic (sarcaustic) makes me feel better? Perhaps you'll agree that this is a better course than biting.

This morning's weather is divine. Sometimes in New York, I almost forget that trees exist. The park reminds me that there are many - and some really pretty ones, with nice shade and kind, welcoming branches. Ahhhh. Breeeaaaathe.

Song I can't get out my head: One (as performed by Aimee Mann of Til Tuesday)
One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one...