If you've got it, flaunt it. If you haven't, flout it.

Look - I know what you want. And while I'd really like to provide you with lists of my favorites in many categories, I simply won't allow myself to commit to any log of superlatives. This is because I know how susceptible I am to the recency effect. Which is to say that any such list that I produce would read like a who's who of the High School Musical trilogy.

Y'know - I'm sick and kinda tired of being penciled in. Just once - and actually once would be more than enough but it's really as low as I'll go - I'd like to be penned in.

Got another injection of the man magick today at the doctor's office. I then went to get the testosterone patches that were called in to the apothecary section of my local convenience store, but was told upon arriving that those patches must be special ordered. Probably from Frederick's of Hollywood. And I was so looking forward to having bright and shining dreams tonite from wearing the patch to bed. You see, I've heard tell that nicotine patches do that very thing when they're worn at night. But since testosterone patches are meant to be worn day and night, the psychedelic effects have probably been boiled out.

And speaking of that doctor's office, I sacked out in the examination room twice today while waiting for the doctor to apparate. Ever since the former head surgeon (look for the dirty knees) took a sabbatical and promptly dropped dead that place has been a comedy of errors. Why, it's just a madhouse -- what with patients getting correct diagnoses the first time, nurses missing opportunities to tell normally-sized people that they're overweight based on the BMI chart, doctors seeing patients punctually - sometimes even before the appointed time, and office workers being pleasant to others. A madhouse, I tell ya.

But I did (finally) get another 200 mg injection of testosterone packed in a hot mustard carrier fluid. My island doctor didn't ask me how much she should give me this time, but she did start out by saying that I was to get 100 and then doubled it for an unknown reason. That's likely one of those situations that require questioning. But alas, I just sat quietly in awe.

I swear I could not feel the needle prick in the least. Which is really a shame since I do actually love acute pain. But y'know - I got the shot even before my current level could be assessed. I know this because I got the shot before they even took any blood.

Gosh, I sure hope it was as low as I told the doctor it sorta seemed to be since I'm pretty sure she really shouldn't believe everything I say.