I called my doctor first thing in the morning and got a 2:00 appointment, so I left work early and made my hourlong way into midtown from the sticks. The doc performed a very thorough examination, and the good news is that I'm essentially fit as a fiddle - blood pressure normal, heart rate normal, everything normal with the exception of the whole system going kerflooey in the middle of the night on Friday. Yet more blood was drawn. My left and right arms are pock-marked and scarred. At this point it's looking entirely possible that the whole incident was nothing more than an utterly random event of minimal consequence. The thyroid medication overdose angle is being pursued, but it's unlikely. And there are no other causative factors in the time leading up to the attack. So... bully for a chaotic universe.

On the subway on the way home, an old woman had the nerve to tell me that I didn’t have the right to a seat because I am too large and was “shoving her” - which I was not. I bit back hard. No miserable old witch is gonna fuck with me when I’ve just given up three ruby vials of my damned blood. Fuck! Admittedly I had my full dark on all day so it wasn't particularly hard to shout at the elderly. But so very satisfying.

I came home and watched Revenge of the Sith. This will sound slightly surprising to some, but rarely have I enjoyed it more. In fact this might have been the most I've ever enjoyed the flick, ever. There's no denying that I have a total love-boner for that movie these days anyway, so I guess it musta peaked today. The reason that the film works for me is the reason it always has: unlike any other Star Wars movie, I still feel it. I see the way things are going to turn out for everybody, and I want them to turn out another way. That's some good tragedy. Poor little Ani!