Though I'm rather bummed, as it seems my glaucoma is drug-resistant (or I'm drug-resistant) and my doc is sending me in for a second opinion for REAL surgery (like, with a knife, not a laser).

My eye pressure is too high, apparently, and while I've had no vision loss, he's concerned for the long term. I freaked out for a little bit, but K. hauled me to a meeting of the weird Japanese people and they cured me with meditation. :p Or something. (She actually didn't know I was freaking out, 'cause these days I freak out *very* quietly. One learns.)

Yes, K. is still my amateur partner, but I think I've kicked the habit and am circling other fish in the sea.

This will prevent me from anything 'stressful' physically from 1 to 6 weeks recovery, so I dunno if I can do the upcoming competition. My heart will not be broken, as I'm scheduled for international standard and am biting my nails if I'll be ready, anyway.

Also, my good friend of burrito Fridays is now my overall boss, having been promoted to On High and Master Under God. I'm coming to terms with it. Our lunches have been rare, but today we stole off for one.

Poor bastard.

Yarha, There are None So Blonde as Those Who Will Not Pee

Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!

Yarha, *Hfsnort* Dogma

So, I'm dancing with women in retirement homes these days for extra cash to fund dance lessons. I've done a Christmas, New Year's, and, today, a Valentine's Day party. It's ok. One must be delicate and essentially let them lead you.

It's my goal to make my dance hobby self-supporting.

I sent K. 3 doz. pink roses, which is absolutely insane. I did it anyway. They were so beautiful, and if there's one thing I know about myself it's that I love giving beautiful things.

Yarha, Back but Rarely

Ok, I've moved...again...this time to www.vox.com. Still owned by Sixapart, so it'll look familiar.

Yarha, Packing the Camels and Donkeys

I go forth to travel for Christmas.
The video below is a mash-up of G. W. Bush and John Lennon's Christmas song. It shouldn't be viewed by children or those easily depressed for the holidays.



Yarha, Leavin' On a Jet Plane

PS: To counteract this, I suggest you watch this and listen to the calm sounds of Bach. I've posted it before.

Ok, ok, haha! The joke's on me. I've moved from greatestjournal.com, which can't be so great if it's unable to support my greatness (as 'twere), to Blogspot.com

So join me at http://yarha-tdosb.blogspot.com. As Borak would say, it's-a verra nice. I like.

Yarha, Brief Journey Through Night into Day

Join me at www.greatestjournal.com (as yarha, as always) for further blogging. I've decided not to update this blog further, as ..sheesh..one blog is enough.

Yarha, I'm Here for the Potty: Fleeing the Tsar of All the Putins

Ganked from particle_person:

Russian company buys Livejournal. Given Russia's dedication to 'the free speeches', this journal (This Dang Blog) will no longer present posts of 'serious' or actually even personal relevance.

Ta!

Yarha, Rather Appalled: In Soviet Russia, Journal Writes You!

"Livejournal? It was invented by a little old lady from Leningrad."
-Pavel Chekov

PS: Not that I'm going anywhere, just that you'll have to look elsewhere for details of my frustrating exciting romantic life and so forth. :p I suppose I might still indulge in political criticism, however.