I've got a fast 'net connection! Admittedly, it's only because I'm getting 'net time at Scott's usual internet cafe, courtesy of said Scott, but that's ok. Gotta love fast 'net access.

Or I love it, anyway.

*purrs*

ANyway, I'm updating here for lack of anything else to do or anywhere else to be. I know technically I should be home (oh, and Juliet, it's 4:30, aren't you glad I was slightly saner tonight? *grin*) but I'm not quite ready to sleep and I needed to bitch about my mother. She is insane.

On Monday I'm gonna go in to the naturopath to get an I.V. put in. They're gonna drip me full of minerals and vitamins, since I have NO stomach acids (I have no idea how that happened, I swear!) and therefor seem to be unable to digest/absorb the trace minerals and other nutrients that I desperately need. Pa-THET-ic... but it might actually work.

See, I've been to a LOT of doctors. This naturopath is the one who has seriously helped in the past. I really trust her advice, and she's already helped with the nausia.

Of course, nothing can help once you have done what I did.

Scott and I went to Carrow's, a chain of open-all-night restaraunt-and-bar combos. This one, for some reason, was actually kickass cool tonight. Our waitresses (two of them, one pregnant and kind of cute and one not pregnant and fucking GORGEOUS) brought me a huge-ass bowl of marischino cherries, vanilla coke, cherry coke... Scott got Sprite and coffee... we got food too, a burger for your ever-protein-hungry Jax and a Sampler Platter for Scott...

...and no charge for the drinks. No charge for the cherries. No charge for the flirting and jokes and niceness. So we left HUGE tips and have sworn to tout the coolness of the Carrow's on 82nd to the world. Or something like that. I'm not sure of the exact wording because I AM getting tired now.

Sleepy Jax.

Which bites because hey, I have this amazing high-speed 'net access. Makes it really sucky when I am tired. It's like my body is trying to cheat me out of a good time.

Then again, considering how many cherries I ate, I can't blame it for getting pissy. I REALLY cherried it out. And yes, the resulting number of bad puns and sexual innuendos was truly impressive. Or something.

I'm occupying myself by reading Disturbing Search Requests and waiting for my stomach to stop thinking it is a cherry shake... and listening to tons of late-night gamers playing on the other computers. Errr... technically there aren't TONS of them... but there are quite a few, and it's somewhere in between amusing and pathetic.

This really is a sweet little cafe, lots of cool posters, lots of computers, comfy chairs, plenty of clocks... and yes, they do serve coffee. How could you have a 'net joint without coffee? They also serve Code Red in cans. *grins*

Oh. And now I'm catching up on Sluggy. Is it not nifty?