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I just opened my To Do list for the first time in about three days. Not because I was relaxing, but because for at least part of that time I was TOO BUSY TO OPEN IT.

Anyway, I no longer know what some of these things mean. "Upload Part One". Part one of what? Upload to whom? Or is it some kind of metaphor for starting something new? So I took it out. One less thing to do!

Today I get to zig-zag most of Chicago's near north; inbetween doctor's appointments I'm hoping to get my hair cut, buzz Trader Joe's, and have a late lunch somewhere nice. Then it's the chiropractor and home! To finally take "HAIRCUT" off my list.

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En route to Doctor #1 this morning, I got snow up my nose. (Head tipped back to sip water, sudden wind...)

I am safely seated in D1's office now, having given a urine sample and been yelled at by the reception nurse for not signing something.

I only ever see this part of town at rush hour...it's eerily empty in the middle of the morning.

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Two down, one to go! Apparently my internal organs are all where they ought to be and my hair is strong but silky!

My perfectly placed stomach was growling, so I finally got some lunch when I buzzed Trader Joes. Now I am sitting on the 7th Floor of the Marshall Fields building, having a cold Pomegranate soda after questing for new trainers (success) and new snow boots (failure). All that's left is the chiropractor and then I am done for the day!

And I mean DONE.

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JESUS CHRIST, I take one day off work and someone crashes an airplane into a building a mile and a half from where my mother works.

I can't leave the universe alone for a second.

(Family is all fine. My thoughts are with those whose families are not.)

I am home and done. The doctors say I am not going to die anytime soon. I have two new pills to take, one of which will apparently prevent baldness and alzheimer's as a side effect, so that's nice. I have properly trimmed hair, a new pair of shoes, two pounds of organic onions, and a bottle of olive oil. I also have delicious, delicious Trader Joe's naan, which I plan to warm up and eat with hummus like the virtuous heart-healthy boy I am.

But not just yet, because this chair has me in its grip and will not let go.

I owe a million comments and emails, but I crossed like eighteen things off my To Do list today so I feel okay spending the rest of the evening half-conscious.