The universe agrees with Dr. Faceknife.

My circumflatulation plans fell through yesterday. Then the waxing appointment that I thought was this afternoon? Never existed. Luckily, Ms. Waxy (Did I give her a name here?) was there to inform me that she can't work on me until two weeks after I'm done with antibiotics anyway, which will push me into next month.

This is all a long way of saying that the universe is telling me to lie on the couch and ice my face despite the exquisite weather in Seattle right now. I'm still showing up for a little Eurovision, though, because I need some socializing. I wonder if I can handle Eurovision sober; with opioids in me booze is a really bad idea.

Speaking of psychoactive drugs, I've taken a majority of my prednisone tablets, as directed. I'm still not psycho. It feels like... a little too much coffee. Maybe I'm just not that sensitive to it, which strikes me as odd because I am pretty sensitive to caffeine. Totally different mechanisms, I guess.