Current mood:	bouncy
Current music:	"Oh What a World" by Rufus Wainwright

Miles to go before I... go under the knife.
Whoa, what's up? November's here, and things are looking up at the moment. I spent the weekend playing in the park and cleaning my dreadful apartment. And sitting through a mercifully short prose edit for Esprit. Surgery's in less than two weeks, and I've got a ton of stuff to do -- various and sundry appointments, papers, poems, etc. -- between now and then.

Thus: no time to say hello, goodbye!!!!!!!11

Edited later to add: What the fuck is going on with the weather? One minute it's 65 and sunny, the next it's a bitter mid-30s. But, more importantly, is it okay to wear sweaters yet? I can't even tell. I like wearing them because they're warm and comfortable (and if I wear enough underneath, they somewhat improve the look of my scrawny little chest!!!!1), but I'm terrified of what happened today: I wore a sweater, and it's almost seventy degrees out. In November. Mind you, I'm not terribly thrilled about winter (save for the initial, like, novelty value of its onset during the holiday season), but I'd rather get it over with than deal with such tough questions and/or a repeat of today's fashion faux pas. Anyway: what's the rule on this -- assuming you're me and currently have no internet access with which to check the day's weather? Help.