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I have two strange purple bumps on my right shoulder. They're close together and very small, about the size of beebees, and actually look like a tiny little hickey from afar. They've been there since I was around 12. I don't know what it is. It hurts like a motherfucker just to touch it, though. I showed it to my doctor once and he just looked at it. He just stared at it... didn't touch it, and said, "Hmm. Well, its probably not cancer. If it changes shape or starts to hurt, come back in." Thanks, doc.

So the thing is, it's been hurting a lot lately, even when nothing is touching it. It feels like someone is dragging a red-hot needle down my clavicle. So I should probably go back to a doctor, eh? But it just seems so stupid. I can deal with the pain. It's just uncomfortable, not debilitating. But it does worry me. I mean, what the FUCK is it?

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Today has gone by at a snail's pace. I love slow sundays. I didn't do much of anything. I cleaned a little, wrote a letter, made a CD, shopped online a little, chitter chatted with some AIM folks. I really need to get my apartment in shape for company next weekend. My mantle is full of all the tacky souvenirs I've collected from my thoughtful friends, but they do look hideous all lined up there. Ha. Also I need a bookshelf/DVD rack and to hang those votives. I don't know how to do that though. It's so HEAVY... I'm scared it will fall down and break, or rip the hanger out of the wall and leave a big hole.

AND I NEED FUCKING VACCUUM CLEANER BAGS! I have been to 5 different stores looking for Bissel style 7 bags, and NO ONE has them! Maybe Sears? Ugh. I mean I only have one carpeted room in my apartment, but it DOES need to be cleaned occasionally.


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I'm glad it's raining. I like the sound.