fyi…I’m beautifying myself this weekend.  Resting up, and getting ready to be the best me.

And as you know, it’s not easy becoming beautiful, I had this mask on for about 45 minutes, and I now I feel oh so soft and smooth.

My cat always has out a bowl of dry food and a bowl of water for her happy little consuming, and then whenever I get home from work during the week I’ll give her about a third of a can of some wet food – which she loves. 

On weekends if I don’t give her the wet food by noon all hell will have broken loose.  It’s just easier to have a quiet, laid back, and sleeping cat, than one that is biting each and every non toxic leaf of the plants that I have at my place.

All this doesn’t add up to this photo…

It’s of the hungry cat.  No.  No.  No.  I actually had already fed her the wet food roughly two hours earlier prior to running back out to go to my doctor the other day.  It was just a quick change of clothes and feeding of her stop in, and when I returned it was as if she thought she could trick me into believing her that she had indeed not been fed yet. 

It didn’t work, and she was so believable, but full of lies…

Every now and then I’ll switch up my work wardrobe and wear light colored slacks to the office instead of my usual black or charcoal, and yesterday was one of those days.

Whenever I happen to wear these light colored slacks I can’t help but find myself checking out my rear end in the mirror at work….

I’ll stand there drying my hands all the while peering over my shoulder to sexually harass myself with my eyes. 

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t do this checking out when someone else is around, I don’t want to be known as THAT guy – and yes, there used to be a THAT guy on a floor that I worked on.  He would stand in from of the mirror and be swatting himself across his crotch, as if he was trying to get a boner to become visible, and he wouldn’t even stop if someone else entered…creepy.

So yes, there’s my butt in all sorts of glory.  I was only able to snap off one shot before someone walked in causing all kinds of interruption to my lone way of entertaining myself at that moment.  No, I wasn’t caught, but I did rather quickly throw my phone into my pocket.   

Yesterday I left work early to head off for a regular visit to my doctor.  Whenever I have to leave early for such a visit I always find myself oddly quiet, almost in mourning as if someone died, but nothing bad has happened, I’m just going for a check up.  It’s as if my mind is shutting down at just the possibility of finding out that I have some incurable disease. 

I’m sure that I’m fine, I mean the doctor said I appear to be fine and normal, but we did some bloodwork with the check up, and now I’m batshit worried. 

What if I actually am dying?!?!?!

I left the doctor’s office last night with that what if thought, and it had me slightly out of it, well, that and some missing blood – I love having blood drawn, it gets me high, seriously it does – which would explain how when I saw C-Dawg and Girlfriend chowwing down on my way home I probably gave them a deer in headlights look. 

Anyway, totally weird mindset to be in, and I’m not sure how normal it is to go to the doctor, be told I appear to be healthy and then worry that I have some debilitating and or life threatening disease after a good check up or not, but hey, everyone has their thing, and this happens to be mine.  At least I’m not afraid of clowns or statues.

So now I’ll have an entire weekend where I can worry and fret myself silly to the point of me almost sort of legitimately believing that I have an incurable disease that will take my life in a horrible death before the age of 30.

And to top things all off this happened…

With all my worrying of death I forgot to apply pressure to the spot where the blood was drawn and so I bled out a bit….I could have bled myself out on the way home, and this can only mean one thing….I am for sure dying…