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So today I had an exam to see about getting my wisdom teeth out (the surgery is scheduled for January sixteenth, which is exactly a week before my birthday. Happy birthday to me!). Since my grandmother drove me out to the office, I went over to their house and had dinner with them.

I was watching the news with my grandfather and they had a little blurb about Golden Globe nominations, including a bit on Brokeback Mountain. I squeed over footage of Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger goofing around adorably together, but I did it discreetly, because while I've never actually discussed homosexuality with Grandpa, he strikes me as the type who would have Views. He openly admits to being prejudiced against blacks, after all (not proudly, mind you, he's not an ignorant bigot, but he is a product of the era he grew up in). The blurb described the movie as being about "two male cowboys who fall in love." And while I am in mid-squee, Grandpa goes,

"That looks like it would be fun to see."

Me: ". . ."

So either Grandpa's more progressive than I thought he was, or he was having a hard-of-hearing moment. I'm going with the latter, since his hearing is not great, and assuming that he was going off the western-looking images. Still, though, it was a great moment. Maybe we should go see it together when it comes out here.

HAHAHAHA no. My grandfather's a good person - I'm just recently coming to appreciate him and how well we get on, which is a shame because he's got emphysema and it won't take much to finish him off - but I really don't think a gay cowboy movie would be the best bonding activity.

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To recap my current situation:

My hours at work were recently cut from forty to thirty-two and are not likely to be restored. Further, my manager knows I am looking for a new job and, due to some delusion in her part in re: the state of Maine's job market, thinks I will find one by the end of the year, and is thus beginning to train my replacement next week. The hours for said replacement will likely come out of my schedule.

I know from experience that it takes a while to find a job. So I will probably have no money very soon. I've barely been keeping afloat for months as it is, and now it looks, to mix my metaphors, like my juggling days are at an end.

I am having surgery next month. It is, admittedly, minor surgery (wisdom tooth extraction) but it is surgery nonetheless and will likely require some recuperation. The only reason I am able to get this surgery at a reasonable date is because my grandparents can afford to pay for it and are willing to do so.

And my roommate just blithely informed me that she will be serving me with a thirty-day notice on the first. I can understand why. I mean, we've never argued about anything at all, even something tiny like who bought toilet paper last, and we're never in each other's way, and we get along really well.

OH WAIT NO IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE AFTER ALL.

Seriously. She fed me some line about "people closer to [her] age" and "more like" her. We are scatterbrained TWINS, people, it is hilarious to listen to us talk to each other because neither of us can finish a fucking sentence or follow a thought to its conclusion.

I am at a loss here. I don't understand.

Okay, I'm done being a grownup. I want to go home now.

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And Brad Ausmus has re-signed with the Astros. Two years for 7.5 million. YAY.

Also, I stumbled across a link to this, which has a link to an mp3 of the last inning of Sandy Koufax's perfect game in 1965. It's exciting to listen to even though you know what's going to happen, and Vin Scully's announcing makes it even better. Go give it a listen.

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Oh, look, Billy Mueller signed with the Dodgers.

How'd we let him get away, exactly? Aside from having eighteen squillion third basemen, I mean. Tell me we at least offered him arbitration, I can't remember.

Bleah.