Old Lady

It's never good when you go to bed a college student and wake up an old lady.

This morning I had my first mammogram. Strictly preventionary, taking advantage of my insurance. Mostly just to get a baseline reference. The suite was very careful to create a sense of privacy, no pink or crap. But it's still weird. Especially since I don't even have an A-cup to lay on to the little table. It seemed like the waste of a whole Xray film. But still jostled and mushed. I feel like a woman. Let me add this to the list of charming "grownup girl" experiences like shaving my legs, plucking my eyebrows and the annual appointment that makes me glare at my ovaries.

Got home and decapitated strawberries to put on my bran flakes. Shut up. They are cheap and filling. What makes me an old lady - they are oddly tasty.

Also, I think I might have been the oldest person at the barbeque that involved Smirnov Ice that tasted like candy and various grilled proteins. And AWESOME stories about dates gone wrong, and shop malfunctions. And drunkenly-constructed wedding dress plans.

Then I headed to Donkey to work on theses with the other MA. It was funny to be the grownup. And apparently Beck is the music of choice for the midnight oil, since we heard it at Donkey and pouring out of the Studio Art building at the bottom of the hill.

on the tube: SVU before more thesis