Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Won a doll on eBay and she still hasn't shown up. Why is it that the things you want most anxiously take the longest to get there? So I sent a note to the seller, asking what's up. She said she's had migraines and that she mailed it on Saturday, so that's okay. Since she wrote back such a nice note, I can't be mad anymore. Especially when I am terrible about getting purchases to the post office myself.

That Eric guy at the knitting group. I keep getting the feeling that he's interested in me. Well, I thought that maybe I'd call him or something, ask him to a bargain movie and coffee, something really low-key and casual. But now I don't know if I will. I mean, I really would love a companion and a friend, but I've come to like my solitude, almost. Well, usually. Sometimes. But today I got a call from the nurse-practitioner at the clinic where I had my annual "wellness exam," and she was saying that my pap smear was abnormal. I'm going in this Friday for a HPV test. Oh gawd. What if I have that. There's no cure. It seems that conjugal bliss is out of the question for me; it seems that if I enjoy sex, I'm punished for it.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:10 PM

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