I stayed home the last two days because I didn't want to frighten the little children. Today, my eye is almost back to normal size, so I lost the Jenn The Murderous Clown look. Alas. I was just starting to enjoy making faces in the mirror at my self. You know, those nightlights that change colors do add dramatic effects to a mad woman with one huge eyelid. Can you tell that not being able to read is driving me batty? ;-)

I did have a sorta of funny conversation with a friend, though. You know how they make you sign off a thousand and one things that might happen to you during and post-surgery for which they don't want any liability? I was rattling some of the stuff to my friend. For example, I might have a scar. Another warning was that one of my eye might not look the same.

So my friend asked me what I'd do if, when my eye heals, I still look demonic (now that I think about it, she sounded rather gleeful about this possibility...). I told her that I might have to live with that. She told me that I couldn't because looking demonic would chase away fans and new readers passing by when I go for a signing. In order to avoid this, I'll have to think about plastic surgery.

"No way," I told her. "If I'm going under the knife, it'd better be for something more dramatic than taking care of a scar on my eyelid. I'd have to do a major facial makeover."

"Like how major?"

"Like major major. They'd better cut me up and make me look like Anjelina Jolie." I paused. "Huh. But then I'd have to sleep with Brad Pitt. The horror."

My friend rolled her eyes. "What's wrong with Brad Pitt?"

I rolled my ONE eye back at her. "Don't you read the rags? He doesn't bathe and he stinks."

"Well, I see no difference between that and the roofers you work with. They smell and stink too," she pointed out.

"Umm, hello? I don't sleep with them."

Sheesh. How did this conversation get to this point anyhow? Can't I have any sympathy from my friends? I'm walking around with a humongous sewn eyelid, for gad's sakes.

On the other hand, it would be nice to look like non-anorexic Angelina Jolie. Without the tattoos. ;-) All dark and seductive. Tall and glamorous. Awesomely buxomy. Pouty and mysterious. Everything Gennita the one-eyed clown is not. ESPECIALLY if she eats another tub of Edy ice-cream (three and counting).

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Alpha Male gives thanks to those who sent prayers and healing thoughts. He's alert right now, in pain, but alert and ATTEMPTING to bend his knee with weights. The doctor said he dug out a ""hella junk scar tissue." I wonder what scar tissue looks like? (shudder)

I'll update more as soon as I can tell that the morphine is really out of his system. You know how it is...it feels "okay" now and he thinks he isn't in as much pain as everyone kept telling him he'd be; he thinks he must tougher than those other poor suffering devils. Then, WHOMP! The morphine dissipates and we get the real rawness coming through. (shudder)

But thank you for your kind thoughts and prayers. It's working. I haven't had the need to say "poor lil' bunny" yet.

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Here's a good Saturday distraction:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

I won't tag but would love y'all to post here (and pass on to friends, if you want). Let me start:

My nearest book is Kushiel's Scion by Jacqueline Carey.

Pg. 123, fifth, sixth and seventh sentences are:

She taught us what Delauney had taught her--the art of covertcy. One day, when Charles and Catherine and I were all in attendance, she blindfolded all of us and bid us to wander the manor's estate for an hour's time. We were to report back on all we had observed while deprived on sight, including each other's doings.

Your turn! What's your nearest book, go get it!

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Post #2: Sleeping Like A Baby

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