I saw a dermatologist today. He caught me just before I marched out - because waiting an hour for a top shelf doctor is... fucked. Anyway. I had a splodge on my stomach that I thought was a rash. Apparently it's an odd type of birthmark. With an also odd late onset. I turned down a biopsy and possible surgical removal. I don't like it, but it's not really worthy of surgery.

I think it looks like a rash though.

Saw my brother today! That's much better than text messages or phone calls. I bought lunch, and he caught up on all my g'dad frustration. Then I did make a point of asking about his life and how that's going. Career change in the wind. Like one of his random changes, but planned. Not at all like his current job.

He just walked through to the back of the office, which is really bad security - but a nice surprise.

I forget what I had to say about work. What I do remember is that we're off in to stupidly spastic busy land.

Had a bizarre random internet chat. Some guy suggesting we could work up to sex, and saying I should "get back on the horse" (don't ask how we got there. I was bored.) The seemingly obvious response is 1) I don't like horses. 2) I don't understand what I would do, as a chick, from on top of the horse. Conversation ended shortly afterward.

I bought stuff on Sunday. In anticipation of the giant ottoman, which is late. Plus some DVDs. Simpsons mostly.

I've been having quite a spate of falling over. Between that, work, and g'dad... I'm cracking the sads.