So Holly invited me over for Chinese food last night. No thanks. I only want Chinese for sex and medicine.

I had my chocolate-banana-soy smoothie and five oranges while watching MNF. Then went by her hovel and she played a bunch of KCRW-type music. It killed my excitement. I found some INXS on her computer and rose to the occasion. But there were only four such songs, so it was a quiet night.
She really is quite bigoted about my music, my hovel and my poverty (financial, musical, etc). Can't wait to meet the folks.

I made a big foupe. Said that when I was waiting for my new endocrinologist, I saw this black doctor behind the counter and thought he was going to be mine and that all sorts of fears of affirmative action went through my head (I'm not arguing that these feelings of mine are right, only that I had them, in fact, I'm appalled that I might have felt anything that was wrong). I've never had a black doctor. Normally I like them female and Chinese.
Anyway, I ended up with a white male Jew. I'll keep you posted on my hormone levels.