My pancreas is cooler than yours.

I never thought I would get this excited about durable medical equipment, however, I am now officially the owner of a shiny, brand new, state of the art pancreas! It feels like Diabetes Christmas! Ok, so it's not exactly a pancreas, per se, it is an insulin pump. A faux pancreas. (My last one bit the dust a few weeks ago due to an incident at the beach involving excessive heat. My actual pancreas bit the dust a little over 16 years ago due to an incident involving weak genes. It has been free loading off of me ever since. Just hanging out next to my other fully-functional, hard-working organs. I digress...)

Anyway, my lovely health insurance footed (hmm...not so sure that can be used in the past tense) the bill for an upgraded model, so good-bye Apple II E pump, hello sleek new powerbook pump. It is a very lovely charcoal gray and is slightly smaller than the last one.

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my pancreas on my pants.

Of course, this will mean that any regular players of the "let's give Syrah her punches when we have been drinking" game will have to be retrained. It's a whole new ball game, kids.

I Bleed Hoya Blue

Almost every time I tell someone here in Otown where I went to college, I get the same response: "Georgetown? Oh, well, excuuuuuuse me!" After the first few times this happened, I began to think that maybe I was bringing it on myself by unknowingly saying it with a snotty tone or affecting a British accent, but then Quasi came to visit. And she got the exact same response. Why do people say this? It brings the entire conversation to a halt and creates a terribly awkward moment. I mean, really, how am I supposed to react to this? All I can manage is an "uhhh, yeah." Do people expect me to say, "Yeah, that's right. I do think that I am better than you"? I'm open to suggestions of good responses if you have one.