The problem with having surgery in your intimate bits is that when you wander around and then try to sit down, you behave like someone with a hernia. I have never had a hernia, but that's the mental impression I get of myself, lowering gingerly to a chair and wincing if I drop down too fast.

Rob was gracious enough to suffer through two nights of Asian food to comfort me (and no matter how much he insists, Cantonese is not very like Thai). When I hurt, I want my own brand of comfort foods, some of them familiar and American (like Chee-toes, puffed) and the rest Chinese and Japanese. It's funny, I haven't really got any comfort Korean foods. Although I do miss the squid kim chee my mom used to make :)

Broos, you may not hear from my cherub this week. Apparently this clueless mom didn't realize he'd turned in his draft last week. But you're a saint and an angel even while moving to offer up your thoughts. Chris and I had a good chuckle at your description of his desired job classification. Heh!

I have to gingerly make my way to the couch now and gather my books for school this morning. There's a quiz in geology and an hour of lecture on metamorphic rocks.