inquiry and bloodlust

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Nope and nope. The only phobias I come close to having are somniphobia (which actually sucks and screws me up sometimes) and coulrophobia (which is waning as I get older and is moderately amusing to me now after the freak-outs). Oh, and earwig phobia. FUCK, I hate that one. Ugggggh.

I'm sitting in a waiting room (have been since around 10am) at Moffitt while Jaime gets his PET scan. Pirates came by and gave me beads. It sucks that we have to visit a cancer center, but I have to say, this place can be pretty awesome sometimes.

Working on Valentine's Day fic for the P4 kink meme. It's turning out longer than I expected. Why can't I ever just write one or two comments worth?

Anything good on the internet today?

Edit: There's an elderly woman crocheting a baby blanket a few feet away from me. She's so FAST. She just tips the hook back and forth, and stitch after stitch appears. I'm in awe. And jealous. Dang.