1. I no longer feel like I'm gonna die, yay! Seeee ya wisdom tooth, wouldn't wanna be ya! My jaw is still throbbing, but I suspect part of that is from the bzillion shots I needed. I counted at least 20 jabs. Curse my inhuman resistance to numbing drugs!

2. My new BFF, Extra Strength Tylenol. I still dribble water out the side of my mouth when taking it, but I don't even care.

3. Pupsitting! One wiggly, pudgy body and Pug-snorts of joy at seeing me totally make up for less than a full day of Tooth Yankage recovery time before having to pack my things and come here for the week.

4. Gale's movie Passenger Side at the LA Film Fest! If only I knew I'd be around by then. GALE COULD BE THERE OMG.

5. Randy pics from The Singing Forest. His shirt is so thin. ( I was totally looking for nipple. )

6. My Barcelona boys winning things left and right cos they're awesome. Now to just nail the Champions League next week. I neeeeeed for this to happen, kthx world.

7. ( Watched Lost's fantastically mind-bending finale. Warning: ALLCAPS O' DOOM. )

8. Van's little soap-acting self getting nommed for a Daytime Emmy! \:D/

9. New Rob Thomas CD within weeks. Nevermind how the cover makes me think Rob is going to come kill me in my sleep.

10. The Phlochte luv, yo. I swear, Michael Fred's choice of swimwear will never not amuse me. FLOWERY NEON PENIS, YOU GUYS.

11. Finishing the coverart for Growing Up Kinney. Woot! That was giving me some serious stress. Next up is to read the first part of the Cancer Justin Has Cancer series and figure out how to tackle that.

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I'm so physically/emotionally exhausted right now, I can actually feel myself going cross-eyed as I type. But, yay, am back in town today! I had to leave unexpectedly Sunday, much to my horror cos that meant I'd have to wait DAYS until I got back to watch my Fedal final, argh. So I get in, skip the post-travel nap my body has been begging for all day and go straight to my tape. And now I'm all yay but broken and my nose is stuffed up from crying. That match was INCREDIBLE. Rafa was fierce with a capital F, you guys. But oh, Rogelio!



He broke my heart during that final set and later when he was shoulder-slumped at the net, much less when he started to cry trying to give his speech. But then there Rafa was, cuddling his woobie and making him smile. Forehead lovin', aww. I love my boys so much. They both deserved to win, sigh. I knew watching one of them lose would be torture. :*(

Okay, must sleep now. Promise to catch up on comments/e-mails soon as I can see straight. OH FLIST I MISSED YOU GUYS. :X