Tomorrow is the next tactile meeting, so I'd better just pick a DVD to watch and get started on it. I'm not looking forward to it because it involves foil, and foil and I generally do not get along. One tear, one rip, one slip of the tool and you have to start over with a fresh piece. The subject matter is somewhat interesting, though: villi
-- the little whatsits that give the inside of your intestines a velvety appearance (or cocktail dresses an intestiney appearance, depending on your point of view).
I had my blood drawn today in preparation for my full physical next week. The chick appeared at the door of the blood-letting booth and announced that she was a medical student. "Is that ok?" I assured her it was. Thanks to a generaous application of Emla cream to my inner elbow an hour earlier, I didn't feel a thing.
The Jeopardy UTOC final game is tonight, and what a tournament it's been. I was surprised to learn that my friend Brian (Ken Jennings Loser #126) actually wants Ken to win, for reasons of personal pride: he wants to have lost to the best. Well, I can see that, but I have taken great pleasure in seeing Ken get a taste of his own medicine these last few days. When he banged the podium last night in frustration after Brad beat him to the final question, I just smiled. Then rewound. And smiled again.