You Know, The Vibrating Egg That You Have In The Hole
So this is it, people. Turn your bookmarks over to www.kaplyinc.com if you would like to continue reading this drivel. The new site is up and running, and this one is going down, and I am not really being metaphorical as I plan to delete the entire thing in a week or two. You will have to rejoin my followers group, if you'd like, since the old one wouldn't transfer. The feed should be the same, but if it's not then let me know by email, ok? Or in the comments, I don't really care. The important thing is that, after many years, we are moving the old pop stand. Don't make me hunt you all down.

I Am Often The Cause Of PANTS In Other People.
Well, I am not dead. This, as you might guess, comes as a significant relief. I came out of surgery and felt godawful. I spent the night in the hospital, alternately throwing up and gushing various fluids out of my nose area. This was NOT GOOD. In the morning, Dr Burgoyne came in, and told me he was going to take the wadding out of my sinuses, I asked if it was gonna hurt and he was all OH YEAH. And then he did, and yeah, it certainly did. It hurt like hell. And then it bled like it was being poured directly out my nose by god. Also, I was bleeding tears out my right eye, like stigmata. So that happened. Then I had a bandage

Yeah, I'm Not Fucking Doing That.
So, sinus surgery tomorrow. I am both seriously nervous and very excited. Nervous, because, well, surgery, dudes. Excited because I've had a fucking sinus infection for some six years, and a little relief  would be mighty welcome. My brother, Fathead, suggested the possibility that not being in pain might change my attitude, make me a kinder gentler person. It's possible, I suppose, but my friends already freak out if I smile a lot ( they call it "creepy") and any hint of sunshine and light would probably be met with derision, disbelief and straight out screaming heebie jeebies. Bev Kaply suggests that you none of you hold your breath

BOOM! Roasted!
This is turning into the Eternal Week. The surgery turned into a bigger deal than I thought it was going to be, more pain, longer recovery time, etc. I'm having a hard time with this, as my expectation is always that I shall bounce back like an india rubber ball,  and I maintain this baseless optimism in the face of all evidence to the contrary. THAT evidence proves only that I am far more fragile than my outward appearance would suggest, a fact I not only do not like, I oftentimes refuse to accept. In addition, there have been people situations. *sigh* If you know me, you know that of all the different kinds of situations avai

Oh, SO FULL OF HATE I AM.
I have spent pretty much all of the day completely pissed off. *sigh* It's amazing to me how two people can experience the same stuff so completely differently. And also, how crazy and drama will suck you in. I have previously been fairly seriously crazy and so dramatic that my mother occasionally referred to me as Sarah Bernhardt. Hint: She was an old time famous actress, for those of you educated in America. But those days are quite awhile ago now, and my tolerance has gotten less and less as time passed. Stuff that used to seem normal to me now makes me want to randomly stab people on the street. I'm sick of it. So I'm goin