Early results

Early results were astounding. I was thrilled.

I wanted a new pool cue and a butch bracelet. My girlfriend brought both back from Vegas, where her team was ranked 33rd in the nation in the APA 9 ball tournament.

I wanted my house to be a bit tidier. I started a page about my home in my Positive Aspects log. My girlfriend started the process, making it easier for me to have my living room, bedroom and kitchen downright tidy. We won't bring up the office yet, or the fact that the mess is accumulating again, but--it's a process.

This next bit is two-part: Part 1: In my vibrational checkbook, I like to think about what I'll get in the future. I'm planning on building a butch cave (like a man cave, but for butch lesbians) in my backyard with a motorcycle garage, a pool table and room for all my musical instruments, many of which I'll buy with the vibrational checking account. On top of the list of instruments is a digital piano. Part 2: I have one of those tiny cigarette lighter air compressors that you use to pump up your car tires. It is a pain in my ass and I've no idea where it is. I can't bring myself to spend $70 on a cheap air compressor so I'll have a nicer one, and I nearly busted a gut trying to pump up my bicycle tires the other day.

My neighbors moved over the weekend. They had a shitload of free stuff in their front lawn, including a digital piano and a nice (probably better than $70) air compressor. Those are now mine. The piano is old (it has a floppy drive, for pete's sake), but very functional and I've already recorded myself playing and singing "Imagine" for my extremely hot girlfriend. She is always impressed with my musical abilities, even though my voice quavers a bit and I always hit wrong notes. She especially liked the "Oh, shit!" in the middle of her recording when I forgot what I was doing.

Finally, I took my dog in for a biopsy last week and the vet who did it told me it was a mast cell tumor. Dmitri (my dog) has a history of mast cell tumors, and they're not a huge deal if they can take the whole tumor off--we just have to watch him for new lumps. We scheduled the surgery with a different vet, and when we took him in for the surgery he said he looked at the slide from the biopsy and he didn't think it was mast cell (yay!) and not to worry. Dmitri did great with the surgery, and I managed to pay for it with not too much trouble.

Unfortunately, the vet story was to be continued.