It may be raining.

Work may be stressful.

I may have been rejected from The Missouri Review.

But my 38G bras came in the mail.

And they fit, dammit.

Hooray.

For me.

(Oh, and for the record: they're really nice colors. One's dark chocolate and the other is blue with these white flowers - which sounds ugly, but isn't, honestly.)

1. On Saturday, my brother's band Audius opened for Matt Nathanson, who played at Parkland High School's arts festival. Now, I'd never heard of Matt Nathanson before this show, but he did a really awesome cover of Laid during the show (and of course I sang along, even with my mother sitting scandalized besides me. "She only cums when she's on top!" How often do I get to sing that in front of my mom?) and also, he was really hot. Yeah, anyway, apparently he picked Audius from a bunch of other bands because he liked their sound the best. Go Mario! My brother is awesome. Despite my dubious introduction to their debut CD (he insisted on playing, in my opinion, their worst song over the loudspeakers on our back porch while I was in the middle of a Scrabble game. It was just bad timing), I've been listening to the rest of it and it's really good. Their live show is even better - there are definitely strains of Explosions in the Sky, just... jazzier. And more... international? Maybe? I take full responsibility for that. I totally introduced him to that music. Anyway, check out their website. Speaking in Tongues is probably my favorite.

2. Larry Flynt: My friend, Jerry Falwell. This is a really great op-ed. I've generally refrained from speaking about Jerry Falwell's death on here, mostly because I'm completely torn between not wishing sorrow or death on other human beings on principal, and the general opinion that it's a good thing when people can't spread hatred and poison around anymore.

3. I went to Lane Bryant today and bought a bra because I ruined my last one in the dryer (and when I say "ruined," I mean "twisted the wire so badly that it looks more like a Calder mobile than a bra") and when I put it on when I got home (after I took the tags off, OF COURSE) I discovered that it was, indeed, a push up bra. I avoid push up bras in general, mostly because, oh, I don't know, they make my breasts even HUGER than normal, which is generally Not a Good Thing. I don't even know what to do. I can't return it. Do I just... wear it? And put eyes out?

**EDIT** Oh sweet, the push-up bubbles come out. Hot damn. Now I have a choice between "getting second glances" and "inadvertent seduction."

4. I got to photograph and proof at work today! And I didn't screw up! Yay! I love babies.

5. I finally went to the doctor re: my jaw going nuts. He listened to my symptoms for 30 seconds, felt my jaw, and said "You have severe TMJ, and you need to see a dentist and get x-rays as soon as possible." I don't know what TMJ stands for, but I imagine it's something like "Totally Messed-Up Jaw," because apparently mine is popping out of place. I have an appointment tomorrow morning.

When I asked my doctor how I could have developed this, he said that I probably chewed certain things too much (gum and ice were the examples he gave, and I totally do both), and that I probably grind my teeth. "Are you excessively anxious?" he asked me.

I thought about what I've done for the past two weeks. I went to parties, hung out with friends, slept, watched TV, read, and played with babies. I said that I didn't know. It only occurred to me afterwards that I am anxious about something - the tournament this weekend. I dream about playing games of Scrabble. That's it - I DREAM about playing games of Scrabble. It's odd. It's entirely possible that I've managed to inflame and dislocate my jaw over this whole thing. *sigh* I am so ridiculous.

6. Speaking of le tournament, it's looking more and more like I'll be driving to Chicago on my own. Which will be... interesting. To say the least.

7. Also, at the doctor's office, they weighed me. And I weighed... 23 pounds less than the last time they weighed me. Twenty three! That's, like, the weight of a small child! I made her do it twice, just to be sure. Holy crap. I guess that diet of oranges and rice cakes has done me... well. And I guess the running and dancing is also helping. I can't wait until I start swimming.

8. Other things, to be put under locked posts. Most entertaining.

Best conversation of the evening:

Me (to very skinny Unnamed Male Friend): Come on, I outweigh you by at least 50 pounds. Maybe more.
UMF: No way. I have at least 10 pounds on you.
Me: Are you telling me that you weigh 220 pounds?
UMF: ... no way are you 210.
Me: Yes! I am! I'm a big girl!
UMF: Well, you hold it in all the right places.

*awkward silence*

Me: Say that again.
UMF: No.
Me: Say that again.
UMF: No!
Me: I can't believe you just said that. I love you.
UMF: *indignantly* Well you do!

Anyway, it was a really good day. I had off, so I bought books and got fitted for new bras and hung out/had dinner/drank wine with good friends. Incidentally, the reason that my bras have been so horrible and uncomfortable may have something to do with the fact that I was wearing a 38 D when I am, in reality, a 42 DD. My breasts are now in something of a comfort Nirvana I thought was not previously attainable with underwire. Go Bras That Fit! Woo-hoo!