Teeth and voice and eyes and mouth

A point of pride, and a point of pointy thing.

Self satisfaction: Being able to recite every word of Fry's opera from Futurama's "The Devil's Hands Are Idle Playthings" and every word after while the episode plays, plus knowing most of the words to all the other episodes, and and being giddily happy that I can watch the series over and over and over without getting bored, and not caring if people think something is wrong with me. (Seriously, why do people think something is wrong with me? This is me, here, guys.)

A tiny warning to my tall friends by a very short person:
"Never go up against a Sicilian when she is able to bite you in the femoral artery..."
(Small note: Never call me a midget. Never. Ever. Seriously. I find it degrading, insulting, offensive, and rage-making. You may probably find yourself actually bleeding from a femoral artery depending on how well I know you.)

It has been a fascinating Monday.
I guess I'm PMSing. A Son Of Baconator cheeseburger from Wendy's, a bag of Munchos chips, bars of chocolate from Trader Joe's and Whole Foods (Salazon Chocolate Co. Organic Dark Chocolate With Sea Salt And Crushed Organic Coffee), plain cheddar cheese cut into tiny pieces, raw cherry tomatoes from the garden, moringa powder in water with maple sugar and coconut sugar. To quote the fabulous Hedonismbot, I apologize for nothing.

Currently reading, depending on mood:
"Emperor Mollusk Versus The Sinister Brain" by A. Lee Martinez
"Sterling" by Dannika Dark
"How To Be Death" by Amber Benson
"The House Of Discarded Dreams" by Ekaterina Sedia

Also, I love my hair. I love wood and bamboo and boar brushes. In fact, most of my brushes are now wood, with only vented brushes, ionic tourmaline ceramic brushes, and some combs being plastic. Wood and bamboo and boar do fantastic things to my hair. No more frizz, no more static, no more dryness. I am so pleased.

Not a cure, just a hope...

You know, this makes a lot of sense for me, seeing as how I was deprived of oxygen at birth which led to brain damage and brain cell death and brain tissue death, which led to so many problems; and now my mother is recommending a doctor who specializes in this sort of thing, and now I think I am willing to be a canary or guinea pig. Although I think the website could be cleaned up a bit. It kind of shouts at me. And I shall remain skeptical of everything until I personally try it. We shall see.
http://www.majidali.com/oygenand.htm
Also, this one.
http://www.fibromyalgiahope.com/fibromyalgia-nutrition.html
Also, this one.
http://jintmed.org/Fibromyalgia%20ODD.htm

In general, there will never be an absolute "cure" for this syndrome currently called fibromyalgia. But I do believe strongly that its symptoms can be calmed, reversed, even put into a small remission of sorts. I cannot and shall not speak for anyone else who suffers from this condition. However, I will chronicle my own journey to see who and what can possibly ease my symptoms and bring about comfort in the best way possible.

Besides: I imagine that it's not exactly like that for everyone, that specific patients have specific personal needs. Best to find out what works for each of us; I've never been great at following exact instructions and models, anyway. Translation: Your Mileage May Vary. :)

And now, to meditate and reflect before bed.