Another one of my friends is sick with The Bad Thing. I still have trouble wrapping my head around it.

Nothing prepares you for having to face something you've only read about in books and magazines. I have trouble singing certain songs from "RENT" because it just doesn't feel right anymore.

Real life has no curtain call.

I opened up my suitcase and found a small key sitting on top of my sweatshirt.

I don't know where it came from or what it fits. It looks like it may go to some long-lost luggage lock.

All I know is that it definitely wasn't there yesterday.

My mother and I know so little about each other.

Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath ( Read more... )

 http://www.kiva.org/

I can't remember the last time something filled me with this much hope.

 For some reason, all my last posts look like they were typed by Col. Mering. I don't expect anyone to actually GET that reference, but it makes me smile ( Read more... )

Dear self,

Fire and your face/hair do not mix.

Love,

Anthony

Don't worry, I'm totally fine, just a bit singed. I forgot the very important "if it's too windy to light your torch, it's too windy to do a burn" rule. I've learned my lesson. 

 I'm rearranging/unpacking/cleaning my room. So, you know, it feels more like my space than the craft room that I just sort of happen to be inhabiting at the moment.

After that, I may do the dishes. Once I finish my laundry and what not. Then I may or may not shower and watch "Grey's."

I'm really gonna miss these manic phases.

Doctor again tomorrow, ( Read more... )

 Hurray for Ambien!

 Saw a doctor today. Dr. Spelman. She's kinda my new favorite thing ever. I got my psych referral and a new prescription for Ambien. I can't wait to get back onto a normal sleep schedule!

The weather has been gross and scary for the past two days. I'm worried about my plants.

Thinking of going to Austin this weekend. We'll see.