Late night ramblings

It's late and I'm slightly out-of-sorts. I think it might have something to do with the Szechuan-spiced vegetables I rustled up for dinner that are currently working their way through my insides, leaving pain destruction and burning (oh, the burning!) in their wake. Le joy.

Krishna officially has cancer, some weird melanoma osteosarcoma of the skull that the doctor blurted out I still am unsure about. We're going in tomorrow to get her stitches out and to hear the final word. The doc suggested taking her to a specialty hospital in Manhattan or out on the Island, and I just don't have the money for it. I basically paid for the biopsy on money I'm hoping I come into; I can't imagine how much whatever procedures the clinics would have in mind might cost. It would seem both Krishna's grandmother and mother died of cancer, so a part of me thinks it's futile to attempt some experimental treatment anyway. Not really sure what to think about that yet.

I should be sleeping, but I'm acting the fool, washing towels and reading Television Without Pity pages. I'm debating whether I should go to sleep (we'd have to leave to head to the vet by 8:30) or stay up and watch Hoop Dreams. Choices choices.

The wisdom of Homer Simpson

"De-fault": undoubtedly two of the sweetest words in the English language (thank you, Homer). I won because the person rated higher than me (I got a 4.5...with no comments on content or why my tale didn't rate a 5, which is a little frustrating) submitted last week and they (read: the mods) want to mix things up. Understandable, but it doesn't help on the writing front. Well, I *did* write something and that hasn't happened in a long time, so I guess that's a plus.

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My required books for school (which, incidentally, starts on September 7th) come up to $800 dollars. It is the most I've ever spent on textbooks for one term. I have a relative who volunteered to pay for my books, but she didn't know how much they'd cost. My stomach is in knots thinking about the conversation. I'm going to see if I can get a hold of her at work. Just the sort of thing you want to hear when you're working on a ward - "Can I have $800, please?"

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I got on the list for tickets to the Daily Show after months of waiting, literally - I submitted my request in FEBRUARY - and I got stuck with September 13th. I mentioned taking my friend 1x2foralways when she makes her grand return to Joisey and we finally get to chill together, but I'm becoming more and more wary about missing school time: if the experience is anything like the one I went through to go see Conan in HS with getting to the studio, waiting in line, and filing into the studio office I'd have to get there for 3 or 4 PM, meaning I'd have to cut out of classes two or three hours early. Hmm. And that's the day that works best as the first meeting of the book club that I've organized (nycbookclub; it's my journal I'll pimp out who and what I wish). Part of the reason I'm hesitant to skip out of classes on that day is that I really plan on skipping out of classes when Neil Gaiman comes to NYC for a reading/signing on September 20th. Oh my fracking gods, I want to be there. I'm going to be there, classes be damned. If anyone's coming through the city and wants to come see Gaiman with me...let me know (Psh).