Unaccountable flakiness

I have been a total idiot all morning.

I ordered a new phone with headset without checking it's affinity or otherwise with broadband and ordinary BT sockets. Turns out it's fine with both, but I can't believe I had to phone back and ask. Phoned Battle Orders to find out about flintlocks etc to find if the guns they make fire caps. They said 'No,' only pellets and blanks. My love reminded me that I hadn't asked about flintlocks, only about generic guns. I phoned back and asked again. The answer was still no.

I can't think. Strange dreams last night.
I'm feeling twitchy and distracted and vulnerable. Maybe it's the full moon. The only way out is to get busy. I'm sure this will work provided I can do it without breaking stuff/forgetting stuff/tripping over stuff.

Wish me luck, LJ.

Dysplastic nevi

Or funny shaped moles, as they are more commonly known.

There are several signs of dodgy moledom: 1) ragged edges 2) multi-shaped 3) Like I remember. But OK, I am a panorama of moles and freckles, about one third of which conform to the Good Mole Watchdog guide. The rest are multi-coloured or muty-shaped. I like them. The Duke has long believed that I am a four dimensional map of the galaxy, and this suits me fine.

My love treats one of my moles with mistrust and suspicion. It is a small mole on my upper arm. Eighteenth century devotees of mole patches gave them cute epithets according to their positions, i.e, L’Assasine (after which I named a character in a freeform) L’Elegante, The Roguish, the Gallant, etc. My love has named this mole, ‘The Necromancer’ or ‘The Eye of Sauron,’ depending on his mood. He does this because the mole is partly pale brown and partly dark brown-black. Needless to say, the latter colour covers two thirds of the mole. The light side is a bit puny looking.

The Eye of Sauron has developed a tiny pimple. It itched, I scratched, it bled. My love, never at ease with the Necromancer, now wants me to go to the doctor. Why does he have such faith in these people? They’re just going to look at it and refer me to a specialist who will say ‘I don’t know,’ and recommend hacking half my arm off to be on the safe side.

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