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The good/bad part: Already, Chapter Fifteen is extending and getting deeper, more dread-full. I like how bad I'm going to make Chess feel (and Morrow feel about Chess feeling bad), by the end of this little tour of Mictlan-Xibalba. And yeah, the middle is already starting to look a bit meandering by comparison, but I know in my heart I had to write through it to get where I'm going to go. 'Sall necessary.;)

The unequivocally good part, however: My breast reduction surgery has officially been approved. The government will be paying for it, and I can get it done by the end of November. So...there's a deadline for ya!

Mom'll be back from Sudbury by then, allowing her to pitch in with Cal; hopefully, I can just recuperate, read Sunburst Awards jury books, kick back. Keep growing out my hair, then get that new tattoo sometime in the early New Year, or around Christmas.

I don't think Steve's really happy with this idea, per se, but he's at least being supportive. And basically, that's all I ask; they ain't hangin' off his chest, interfering with every damn thing. Basically, if I can get to the end of 2009 as a C-cup, I'll count myself insanely lucky.