Give Me Money

If anyone keeps up with the Oatmeal, you know about his campaign to raise money for charity in response to being sued.  If you don't know the story, check it out HERE and HERE.  He's raised nearly 200,000 bucks!  Christ!  I'm jealous and I feel like I should set up my own donation thing for my surgery.  Hell, all I need is 20-30 grand.  Too bad I don't write comics and have his publicity.
I want the surgery before my unemployment dries up in September, but with each month that passes my hopes dwindle.

Father's day sucked.  I was so depressed.  I didn't get out of bed until 6.  Today I actually woke up at noon, but didn't move until 5.  I tried to make up for it by cleaning.  Dumb.

I've been slacking off on water aerobics, but I keep thinking about swimming.  I ordered a waterproof headphone/mp3 player deal on amazon.  I like swimming laps, but I get bored.  Now I can load some songs and go.

I have an appointment with my endocrinologist on the 30th.  I want to ask him about the estrogen pellet.  I hate the cream and I hate the troche.  I want something I don't have to think about.  The pellet is injected under the skin of the hip and releases hormones for 4 months.  It's compounded (like the troche) so you can get whatever ratio you need.