I think I need to clarify a point. When I said I honestly did not expect to sell this story to the sff.net antho, I did not mean that I didn't think the story was good enough to be published. I do. I like this story very much and have high hopes for it. My earlier statement was merely the sound of me firmly squashing and sitting on any hopes that might possibly think about rearing their nasty little heads. Nuh unh... not gonna go there.

There is nothing in the world like shopping for jeans to let you know just how far you have to go in your fitness goals. Ugh. It's been suggested to me by several sources that I should try shopping for boy-cut jeans, since they're low cut in the front, and are better suited for wearing with navel piercings. Unfortunately, I don't have a boy-cut ass, so that was an exercise in frustration. I'm also despairing of finding jeans that aren't wide leg or flared.

Speaking of piercings though, a woman came into the casino the other day with a gorgeous piece of navel jewelry--and exactly what I want to get as soon as mine heals up a bit more. It was a half-moon/barbell style, as opposed to a ring, and it had a gemstone on the bottom half. Really pretty. I want to see if I can find something like that in a silver/garnet combo.

Today's annoyance was being stood up by my doctor. I was supposed to have an appointment at 1, so I faithfully got down to the office at about a quarter til, where I discovered that the window for my dermatologist was dark. (About three doctors share the same waiting room in this complex.) So, I thought that maybe they were late coming back from lunch, so I waited a bit. And a bit more. Luckily there was another woman there who also had an appointment at one, and so at about a quarter after one we called and got put through to the Hammond clinic, and were told that Oh, Someone was supposed to have called us to tell us our appointments had been moved to tomorrow.

Gee thanks, and now I've wasted half my day, plus now I get to waste tomorrow as well.