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Events in PlatypusLand this past week have included:

• spending eight hours in the emergency room to find out that I had a mild UTI, a case of gastroenteritis, and a 2.5 cm cyst on my left ovary; their symptoms had combined to form something that felt like the Kidney Infection from Hell
• going to Nude Hamster (also known as New Hampshire) to hike and buy cheap booze
• going to the library (because I love the library)
• reading a book entitled After Silence: Rape and My Journey Back, by Nancy Venable Raines
• receiving three or four emails from the admissions department at B.U.; apparently they are desperate for me and my parents (because, y'know, I totally am bringing them along, fact that they live about a thousand miles away notwithstanding) to attend one of their open houses (which are all during my work times)
• and making Mr. Platypus's Favorite Cheesecake of Awesome Tasty Doom.
  

The time in the E.R. was not especially happy fun-ness. I spent most of it catnapping, since they gave me Dilaudid for the pain I was in. Whooboy, that stuff does not mess around!

The book has been a difficult read for me thus far...it's beautifully written, and I admire the author's courage in coming foward with her story. It's just that the subject matter is...challenging, shall we say. Reminds me of the hours I've yet to spend talking to a therapist. Have I mentioned that I hate talking about unpleasant things? Shocking, I know, considering how much I complain.

As far as the cheesecake goes...it is totally worth the 450 calories per slice. It's all almondy-amaretto-y-smooth-melty-goodness. If it were a man, I'd run away with it to a Caribbean island. Except that might make me a cannibal, because let's face it: if there's a man made of cheesecake out there somewhere, he probably deserves to be eaten. I mean, srsly. It's cheesecake. It's almost better than sex.

Come to think of it, perhaps I should post the recipe sometime. Y'all let me know if you're interested.

I don't really have much else to say right now...gonna go fight with my unruly hair because for some reason it is absolutely crucial to me that I have it in French-braided pigtails right now.

I mean, what's not to love?