December 30, 1999

I'm watching the news, waiting for David Letterman, and I just saw a story about a woman who had a 200-pound tumor removed from her abdomen. They showed this woman after her surgery, lying in her hospital bed making nice for the camera, but then they showed her before her surgery WITH THE TUMOR! Oh my God! WITH THE TUMOR! The tumor was...well, it was 200 pounds! You can picture it! She looked like she had a 200 POUND BABY IN HER STOMACH! I think I'm going to need therapy after seeing this picture! And they just kept SHOWING IT. Oh, the camera...it LINGERED on her! Good Lord. Now I remember why I don't watch TV news. I mean, I'm glad she's OK, but did I have to look at her naked, bulbous abdomen for thirty seconds? I want to go see Fantasia 2000. I remember going to see the original with my friend Tanya and her family when we were in 7th grade. Her mom and dad took us to Chicago to some big theater for an evening show. We didn't stop for dinner on the way there, and by the time the movie ended I was starving. We stopped at an Arby's drive through on the way home, and I remember feeling so thankful to soon enjoy a meal that I nearly wept. Unfortunately, her parents ordered one roast beef sandwich for Tanya and I to share. That's it. No drink. Nothin' else. Since the sandwich was, technically, Tanya's, she ate most of it. Oh, the crosses I've borne. I probably shouldn't have taken that three-hour nap after I got home from the mall with my sisters and niece. Tomorrow is my last day of vacation, and I really need to be up for Oprah. Oh, the goals I cultivate. Wanna be notified when I update? Send mail and thou shalt receive!