More stuff from my ears, which are pretty hard and fast now. Not too cauliflowery, but you can feel the hardness.
Jason, altogether too excited to be draining my ears:
The Sam-e-splint on my ears to keep them from filling up with fluid again. They haven't. Woo-hoo! Of course, I look like a gremlin here, and I didn't sleep well a couple nights because of the clamps, but it's a small price to pay to keep from eventually looking like a two-handled jug.
Me, Dean Lister, and Crystina. Crystina told me that after I left Dean's academy, one of the instructors apparently told everyone I'm a black belt. The black belt named Felicia, to be exact. Obviously it's a case of mistaken identity; as Felicia said, they must think my relatives are from the really really western part of China. And that my bones are hollow to have made it into the flyweight category.