Finally, I am getting it done.

I have scheduled a surgical procedure in August. I am so excited and happy. I have...hmm...let's just put it in simple terms...droopy eyelids. When I was growing up one eyelid ended up being considerably lower than the other, and I had surgery to correct it. Over the last few years the other eyelid has been drooping badly. It bothers me to no end, because it cuts off part of my vision, and it forces the other eye to do most of the work, which gives me headaches. I'm certain the original eye will start drooping in the next few years, but still, it will be so nice to have some time where I'm not paranoid about having a larger blind spot while I'm driving.

Plus, I am heartily sick of being at shows and having people approach me from the droopy-eyed side and snicker, "Aw, falling asleep?" This happens at least a couple times per show. I usually turn to them so that they can see both eyes and say, in an extremely non-sleepy voice, "Not yet." I will be so happy not to hear these stupid comments any longer, though I understand that it's a common conversational thing between vendors.

I'm also looking forward to not feeling weird about looking people in the eye. I just always hope that no one is uncomfortable carrying a conversation on with me. And I hate that potential customers see it, and I always worry that they're kind of squicked by it and that they leave my booth sooner than intended.

And I'm looking forward to not wincing when I see pictures of myself.

And the procedure (even with all of the add-ons) will only cost half of what I had thought.

Happy day!

Anyone who remembers my entry about my ginormous Mary Sue character...

...will laugh at this summary from mctabby's current Summary Executions:

An Earth Mother, An Ice Prince...such is a combination not many would piece together, yet the oldest power of all time has seen fit to do such, and you cannot temp the will of Mother Nature. Nor, can you change it. And so goes the beginnings of this story

Another poor writer succumbs to the Earthmother!

ETA: I knew I was posting this too soon. This is hysterical:

Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women.

I am now imagining the Dessert Clan, with their brazen ice-cream-sundae standards, bon-bons emblazoned on their shields, grabbing hot steel spoons from the house-elves, only to be stopped by McGonagall in the hallway.

AAAAH!:

Meet Addie Sennik. (She isn't very fond of hats anymore). What will happen at Hogwarts this year? Bad summary, better story.

I am crying. No, really. This is hysterical.

ETAA: haha! I am experimenting with a new program for music downloads, just got it, called Connect or something like that, it's affiliated with Sony.

I had ten free downloads, so I downloaded them, and was just listening to a-ha's "The Sun Always Shines on TV". No problem, right? When the song is done, I'll just pick something else to listen to.

The evil program, without warning, began to play the Alan Rickman-reading-a-Shakespearean-Sonnet-meltfest track, and I nearly had an absolutely heart attack as, suddenly, and very loudly, The Voice was talking about his mistress. *is ded*

My computer is out to get me!

After what happened with the last entry and Alan Rickman, I thought The Voice had stopped haunting me.

I was wrong.

This music program...Connect...SonicStage...whatever the hell it is...it's quite nice. It's from Sony. Sony hates me, though.

I chose to import everything on my hard drive into the program. Great, huh? Oh, yeah, perfect. Except for one thing. It put a bunch of crap on there too. People I've never heard of, songs I've never heard, I'm sure it's a bit of marketing for them, yeah, thanks. So I'm going through one by one and deleting them if they're awful. Most of them have been awful.

So I'm listening to a track called "Closet" by someone/some band entitled Ern Yoka (that's what it reads, I swear), and I'm not really paying attention. I'm thinking, oh yeah, another stupid track where they try to make themselves sound eerie by having someone speak in the background in an affected manner.

And then I realize it's Alan Rickman.

And even worse, it's his dialogue from Closetland, one of the most chilling movies I've ever seen.

*dies again*