Nice Pancreas

These last few weeks have been quite the adventure in gigantic swings of good and bad luck. Thankfully whenever something bad happens there seems to be good luck in those bad things. Device for music breaks catastrophically > decides to randomly function again. Forget the laundry on top of my car and drive away > return to see nothing got run over. Need to leave my car in a parking lot for two days due to a medical emergency > doesn't get towed or broken into. Need to wait a total of 10 hours in a hospital waiting room to find out why I have stabbing pains in my chest only to find out they can't find anything wrong > there's nothing wrong with me and, I quote, "have a very nice pancreas." 

I was even well enough to go to an adults only night at the science centre last night (despite lingering nausea), which was nice cause we got tickets to it over a month ago. Saw a show about Pluto that was apparently "too much science" for the guy next to us. Because I mean, who the hell wants to experience science in a science centre. It was entertaining to watch 18+ people playing with science displays intended for children (including full-grown adults climbing through the indoor playground...with a height limit of four feet), and flocking around a number of puppies and cats that one organization brought in. There were also snakes and spiders to pet (I passed...mostly cause the line for it was long) and a human-sized hungry hungry hippos. 

So I should be able to upload more videos again starting tonight. I was a little over-dramatic the other evening as I was sitting on the bathroom floor at the time waiting for nausea to pass. I got some Fire Emblem levels on my DS done though so I suppose there's that. That desert level was really killing me for awhile. I was probably complaining about this in my last post. 

Also, was really entertained by a dude who felt the need to tell me how I wasn't a very nice person on YouTube after I commented on a guy who was upset that I had the audacity to joke about Dungeon Siege instead of just playing it. I mean, I'm so lucky to have someone policing my niceness levels these days. I don't want to literally turn into Hitler. Maybe this fine moral guide will scroll down the page and scold the young gentlemen who called me a bitch and told me to "lick his butthole." I mean if he's so concerned about how nice I'm being, he should certainly be interested in telling this lovely individual to mind his language. That said, I suppose I got the brunt of it because I'm just a horrid little hellspawn. It's okay; we'll hug it out. Maybe it'll purge the meanness from me.