Prepoceros

Last weekend I saw La Cenerentola on a ten-dollar student ticket for a seat in the orchestra section that usually sells for seventy bucks. Apparently UH has access to some sweet group deals.

Stay in school, kids. Someday you too can go to the opera for cheap to sit among the sparkly people who eat fancy cars for breakfast and pretend that this isn’t your second opera ever no in fact you rather enjoy a regular night out at the opera when you can spare a moment from all those board meetings and fundraising galas knowwhatImean?

There’s no classier way to get to the opera, by the way, than running through the Wortham Center in cheap-ass boots as the ushers swing the doors closed because you parked in some forgotten, rotting dungeon section of the parking garage, then walked several hundred feet down the wrong tunnel in the wrong direction. THE SIGNS LIE.

On Christmas I unwrapped a spiral-bound book called Homemade in No Time: 400 Great-Tasting Recipes from Convenience Foods, which is a tad more euphemistic than its likely working title, How to Fill Four Plates in Fifteen Minutes with Things You Probably Have Lying Around the House.

My first reaction was to scoff at such a gift. I openly mocked its Taco Pizza and its Mashed Potato Soup. Pffft—if I’m going to cook, I’ll cook REAL food, with FRESH ingredients. I don’t need a step-by-step guide to beanie-weenies.

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Was a bit overblown*. Some of the bridges and overpasses in the northern parts of town iced over, and I heard that quite a few folks skidded into objects and/or each other. There may have been fatalities from crashes or falling tree branches, but not more than one or two. Can you tell how superclosely I followed this story?

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Upon arriving home, remove your gloves BEFORE you kneel down to greet your dog at the door…unless you like electric kisses.

Yesterday the temperature got up into the 70s, but for tomorrow the weather folks are all waving their arms about an ice storm. Ice pellets! Sleet! Freezing rain! (Is there a difference?) Think of the children!

School’s supposed to start tomorrow. It might not. We’ll see. All you folks in snowier climes are probably laughing at our precaution, but we Houstonians don’t know from sleet, y’all. Seriously. As soon as the roads ice up we all drive straight into the bayous for the heck of it. Also, few of us own gloves. Or warm socks.

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You know you ought to wash your car more often when, after driving though the rain, you walk around to your trunk and for a split second think you’re standing next to the wrong car because this one is all one color.

Walking Sam around my parents’ neighborhood is fun and relaxing. Walking Sam around my apartment complex is not. Why? There are people here. They’re EVERYWHERE.

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The surgery went very well. I survived, as you can tell.*

I’ll probably put together a video about it when I get back to my apartment (where I left my firewire cable) tomorrow night. I’ll keep you posted.

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For most of yesterday I felt pretty stressed out (as you can probably tell from the entry below), but around 11:00 last night I suddenly felt calm and rational. I didn’t sleep much last night, but it wasn’t because I was worrying (consciously, at least). It’s strange.

It’ll probably be a different story once they get me into the bed and start drawing on me with the markers, but right now I’m no more perturbed by the idea of going under the knife this afternoon than if I were going to the orthodontist, or going to get a pedicure.

Possibly less so—that thing the pedicure people do where they slice off all your skin is weird.

Tomorrow, 2:00.

I know I haven’t been posting much lately. My time has been occupied mainly by (1) tutoring, (2) YouTube and other interweb concerns, and (3) not thinking about cancer.

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