R-O-C-K Rock

I finished (re)reading Hairstyles of the Damned last Friday right as my flight pulled up to the gate. Perfect timing. One of my favorite sentences:

...soon enough we started kissing. Then she giggled and said, "Your name's not Darren, is it?" and I said, "No, it's Brian," and we both laughed and she wrote her name and number on the back of my hand, and then, like I said, I called her and got nervous and lied.

And then, ten pages later:

I felt my heart become small and shriveled like a baby bird left to burn alone out in the sun. I turned and stared at Gretchen who was blushing. She looked so fucking cute blushing it made me want to punch a wall.

I love that fucking book.

I'm sitting here listening to Bill Haley and burning CDs for Dani's birthday. It's hard for me to decide what music to give her these days...mostly because I can't remember what I've already made her a copy of. But I came up with a pretty good list of things she'd like, or should at least hear.

I met a friend at Handlebar last night on my way home, planning to have only one drink...three hours, four drinks, and several good conversations later, I came home and crashed. I've been so tired this week...no wonder it's been flying by.

Cool thing today - one of my patients that I was worried about having seriously bad iatrogenic sequelae came in with things looking perfect. Next time I do a procedure like this one I plan to follow up a little more closely for safety's sake. Dodged that bullet.

I was thinking, during one of my lightly working periods today, that I've been in a rather pessimistic mood for a while. As in months. Maybe not pessimistic, but definitely cynical and negative. No one really called me on it, but someone a few weeks ago called me on some of the secondary effects. Hopefully I can be more positive. I'm all about positivity, or at least would like to be. I'm not sure exactly what was stimulating the negativity - was it some subconscious need to push people away? Perhaps. Or maybe it was a way of compensating for feelings of inferiority. Also lame. Hopefully I can learn to avoid it. We'll see.

I feel positive right now. I hate those dark feelings, but sometimes they're just so easy and comfortable.