We're supposed to get Jeff's cabinet this weekend, also. We were told it would be done, but we were told the same thing with my dresser. The second time we were told to come get the dresser, I stopped by on the way home to inspect it before we drove over there in the truck. I may need to tell them not to put those wood knobs on the cabinet, since that was one of the problems with the dresser.

Jeff said something about going to Charleston for his upcoming week vacation. So, there may be hope yet. He wants to go somewhere he can deep-sea fish, and had originally focused on Florida. He said he'd rather fish in the Atlantic than the Gulf. I love Charleston, so I'm in. He misunderstood me when I said I could explore the city and shop while he fished, and that I didn't want to go fishing. He got pissy and said, "Oh, so we're just going for one day?" Huh? I have no clue what he derived from my pretty clear statement. I don't want to go fishing, and I assumed he didn't want to shop and do a lot of walking. I don't want to be limited in where I go because he's a sissy and wants to go back to the hotel. I could be wrong, though. Lately (as in the past few years) he's been very patient and willing to walk and shop with me at the mall or flea markets. So, maybe we could compromise. I could take a good book and a DiscMan on the fishing boat or something.

My face is clearing up just in time to break out again 2 weeks before Aunt Flo. Geez, that's pessimistic. I'll hold off on the doctor visit for now. He wasn't able to help with the dandruff I have had since taking Accutane. He gave me prescriptions for several topical medications, none of which worked very well. He said it can fluctuate and be affected by stress, which I've found to be true. I know the acne is also affected by stress.

It pisses me off to see commercials of women with flawless, dewy skin. I know they're altered and airbrushed, but still. And Kylie Minogue can kiss my white American ass. Has anyone seen the video for "Can't Get You Out of My Head"? You know, the one that hypnotizes us with it's pulsing beat, subliminally telling us to buy her records or to just send her cash? Her skin is flawless, not to even mention her body. I hate her.