Yep, today's my big eight year survivor anniversary. Big difference in life choices between 24 and 32. Oddly, though, I kind of feel like the years just froze and I'm still just 24. Must have been all that formaldehyde they pumped into me for chemo.
I have so far celebrated this weekend by buying myself an Ipod Touch. Pretty spiffy little thing. I'm such an app addict. But have been finding myself playing Monopoly on it quite often. Haven't found any actually "useful" apps other than my Weight Watchers app. But certainly not regretting this purchase. I'm such an utter techy. Thinking I'll also be getting myself a Verizon Wireless Iphone later this year.
I am also starting to read through some Stephen King books again. I haven't read his stuff in years. And I can't believe I've actually never read "Misery." How terrible! I've also never seen the movie in it's entirety. Sorry, Kathy Bates. My Nook book picks now are a bit vulgar, and not necessarily easy reads. But it's beats Nathaniel Hawthorne. His stuff gives me migraines from all the needless, artsy symbolism.