My hump my hump, my lovely lady hump.

I don't want to get you guys all worked up in a frenzy, but I must tell you that later tonight I hope to uplaod pictures of my neck cyst!! The one that will be removed in November. I want to take a vote on names for it. Since it's only got a month countdown to destruction and I've had it for 3 years, I feel like I should finally embrace it and at least give it a proper name.

Although it's been nothing but a pain. I cough constantly, I have to clear my throat all the time and it caused my Grandma to stop mid-sentence and say, "Wow, I can't stop staring at it." The only cool thing about it is I've learned to spit like a major league ball player at great distances and with alarming velocity.

My friends have advised me to draw a little target on it or a face for when I go into surgery. I think I will, just to give the good doctors a chuckle and to make sure they don't lob off an arm or something in mistake.

However, I must confess...the prospect of losing my voice, a feature of myself that I love, sorta freaks me out more and more when I think about it. I like that I can sound like a hillbilly porn star on the phone with clients at work. I like that I can be loud or laugh full belly or whisper into a phone on the train. A kitten needs to be able to purr, right? I realize the doctors have to tell you what could go wrong as a liability issue or something, but still. EEEEEEP.