The Buggles? The motherfucking Buggles??

So, after being kind of rough and draining, my week took a radical turn in the same direction Friday when a friend emailed me to let me know that the appendicitis she had a while ago was actually the result of a rare kind of tumor, and now there's some concern that tumor cells may have gotten out of the appendix and into the abdominal cavity where they can run amok. There are more specialists yet to be seen, and there are procedures to deal with this, but none of the options are pleasant.

Super.

This is what I hate about working downtown, because what happens next is I wander somewhat shockily down to my building's Starbucks, where "Video Killed the Radio Star" is on the muzak, and although that song has never before had for me any emotional valence at all, it completely sets me off, and I find myself blinking back tears while ordering a mocha, then pacing around the courtyard of this brutalist brown concrete office building wishing I had someplace inconspicuous to lose my shit.