That felt good. I haven't done the lalalala... thing in a long time. Today was a good day. I received two messengered gifts. I've been obsessing about homemade cupcakes for months now. (The best I've ever had were at The Magnolia Bakery in NYC.)

Then, in one day, I get two sets of them--chocolate, yellow cake, vanilla frosting a la Duncan Hines and a tupperware container with homemade chocolate frosting. I felt very loved today. I also received some confidential videotapes and one DVD. I would tell you what they were, but I'd get in trouble. They are for something I am researching.

I really needed homemade baked goods to drown out my sorrows. The last few days I've been reading too many depressing New Yorker articles. Oh, and there was that silly election. I didn't want anyone to win. I can't remember the last time I voted for someone I believed in. I did snag my "I Voted" sticker. I wore it proudly on my pants. I know this was hypocritical considering I wasn't even into the candidate I voted for, but whatever. I can have a few bizarro quirks.

I told a friend about my cupcake luck and she said, "Be careful, you don't want to gain back any of the weight you lost."

Actually, she said it in a more snippy manner. I thought that maybe she was joking. She wasn't. Don't worry, it wasn't one of my close friends.

My stomach is still messed up and I've been trying not to lose any more weight. 100 pounds would be considered underweight for my frame. I am not underweight.

I know I've been talking about this weight thing a lot, but I've never been this thin before. It's very strange for me to witness people's reactions. I was slender before I got my stomach thing. Jealous, skinny people act like I will die if I lose another pound. None of my doctors are concerned, though. I look very healthy.