woe.

My hard drive crashed on Saturday night, at the tail end of a lovely chicken dinner with a friend from here and the lovely lesbians from DC, R and J, with whom I went to Boston for T-day (remember?).

I have been without Teh Internets for days. Days, I tell you. And I missed y'all. Lord. All you IVP kids - I was lost without you. No machine equals no contact, except maybe by the pony express to the couple few of you to whom I sent xmas cards. Woe, as the title implies. But here I am now, by the grace of god - I mean, the grace of cho-girl. And I'll get a loaner machine tomorrow, because I am among the luckiest of the lucky.

Wednesday is the Last Of Days for old Polly Teh Polyp. The surgery is scheduled for 9 am and I expect that I'll be home and on the couch sometime before noon. My mama says she'll stop by with enchiladas, so come by if you want some. You'll have to wait on yourself, though - I plan to milk this general-anesthesia hang over for as long as possible.

Jude, I fear I won't be able to send Polly up your way, as the nice resident told me I couldn't have her. She did promise pictures, though. Who wants to see pictures of my girl-parts?!