and then we were ten

My Livejournal is ten years old today, with 6410 journal entries. I can't believe I've stuck with it so long. My Russian professor told me in college I needed to stop burning my diaries and keep them around, no matter how much it pained me. A Livejournal account was an experiment, on the theory that a delete key was much less viscerally satisfying than fire. It holds true, and here I am. What a strange day. I've done a lot of things on this day - some wise, some ill advised, some just prosaic and ordinary. Today I'm having surgery, both for my physical health and my sanity. The agonies and indignities and horror the past couple years that my uterus has inflicted upon me will be over. No one will even be able to hope I'll change my mind about not having kids, or that I'll decide to keep an accidental pregnancy. Most importantly of all, this year of bleeding every single day will be over and my risk of cancer substantially lessened. I'll be a much happier man without that damned uterus hanging around. So I suppose this is my ten year LJ anniversary present to myself - some freedom from the tyranny of the flesh and all the expectation it carries.

Currently the worst part is the lack of caffeine. I love my morning caffeine. It's also a little chilly, so the air is dry and I'm feeling dessicated like that dead lizard Gene found in the bedroom that one time. Off to the hospital in a couple hours. Mike will probably update on his twitter (colmmcsky) or maybe I'll remember my phone and do it on mine (sadpear). I'm hoping that I will only have to stay one night away from home.

Now if only I could finish my Yuletide story... I have the idea but I'm struggling to find the best way to put it all together. Maybe I'll get to write it all out on paper, high on painkillers.