Two things before I turn in this evening. I'm saving the freaky thing for last, so feel free to skip ahead if you don't want to read my Blogger crankfest...
In an aborted attempt to access the beta version of Blogger a few weeks back, I accidentally deleted "Merujo's Kitchen" and, whaddya know? Some scumbag spambot loser has taken over the Merujo's Kitchen blogspot account. I am beyond appalled to see my moniker attached to something with nonsense text about "mexico indian casino new." Hey, blogcreep! You stink!
But if anyone wanted to see the old recipes from Merujo's Kitchen (that kinda went nowhere), I'd copied all the entries over to a Wordpress account. Just an archive at this point.
But dang, I'm really steamed about my name being connected to stupid placeholder crap. If the dude that squatted on the url actually had an e-mail addy, I'd smack him hard, simply for lacking any class.
And now for something completely different: my latest adventure in Things That Freak Me Out.
I'm trying to be calm about this.
I just got out of the shower. In said shower, while washing my hair, handfuls of my hair came out in my fingers. Holy shit! I don't mean a few strands. I mean, noticeable handfuls of long hair. Shower aborted, I wrap up in a towel, go to the computer, and hit Google hard.
Turns out one of the common side effects of my eyeball drug is... drumroll please... hair loss.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
But, Merujo, you say, duh! It's a CANCER DRUG. This should not be a surprise.
And yet, it is.
And all I can say is, I'm not sure how many more surprises I can handle at this point.
My hair is just past shoulder length. Do I cut it? Do I just wait and see how many big hanks of it fall out before it becomes noticeable?
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Oh, and apparently, the wretched heartburn I've been having virtually every night is a common side effect too.
Is it too late for another glass of Australian red?
Wrapped in a towel and slightly numb,