This is for those of you whom we love but because of our personality "quirks" we seldom stay in touch with, and even for those of you whom might rather we didn't stay in quite so frequent touch. -S&M
I go in for a cat scan tomorrow. My thyroid levels are off. One protein level doubled in the last six months. Not good. While a scan is better than than a biopsy with all its needles and the poking, it's not going to live up to the cost. $1,800. I'll give you a minute to let that sink in.
Long enough? They said it should only take 15 minutes or so. That's $120 a minute. Yes, that's right. A minute. The really bad part, that's the after-insurance cost. What I actually owe. And they want as much up front as I can give. Too bad I can't give anything.
Tickets for New Moon are selling out in pre-sales online all across the country. Luckily, my friends and I already have our tickets. So when I emailed Suzanne in Colorado last week to let her know, this is (roughly) what transpired over multiple emails:
Me: Tickets are on sale if you want to come with us.
Suz: I don't know if you were serious or not, but I looked into flights to Wilmington and they're not too bad. I could come visit if you wouldn't mind.
Me: Of course I'm serious. Please come visit!
Suz: I'm serious if you're serious. I'll call you tonight and we'll work out the details.
Later that night we got stupidly excited on the phone as she purchased a ticket to fly in on Thursday, Nov. 19 (the day of our New Moon midnight showing) and leave Sunday morning. She also secured her movie ticket so we can get all geeky and fangirly with the rest of the girls for drinks before the premiere. Cannot wait!
National Novel Writing Month starts in November. And I just signed up.
The challenge: write a 50,000-word novel in a month.
The stats: 1,667-words/day or approx. 6 pages/day
The book: a story about sisters and cupcakes and the men they love
I think I'm up for the challenge.
