Coroner's court ( Read more... )

Simple men ( Read more... )

Blue feet ( Read more... )

I'm sick of essays, the sad thing is, I'm getting better at them. I love working with patients, but I do get sick of not being allowed to do things that basically a well trained giraffe could do. If they could fit in the door. All very necessary in terms of legality and so forth but none the less annoying. And the fact that people on the bus who ( Read more... )

OMG I can't even begin to describe how awesome this was. Man. I just loved that festival, it was just what I needed to recharge my batteries. It's such a beautiful place first of all. And I spent many an hour chillaxing to awesome artists on a couch just out of the sun. Picked up three CDs (elf, Rafe Morris and Jessica Paige). Caught Frencham Smith ( Read more... )

I have to get my widom teeth soon (like a week and a bit holy crap!). It kind of scares me, because I have to have an anaesthetic and I can barely spell the word. I had a dream about it last night and they were all mean to me. I started crying and they told me not to. And then they started but they hadn't given me the gas yet and they didn't ( Read more... )

It's been raining for almost a day ( Read more... )

So a search on yoga podcasts (yes, I'm working on my hippy image) ended up with "NAKED NAKED yoga NAKED". What's up with that? Damn nakedness. Not that I'm against nakedness. But it's like I dunno, I swear I'm like a magnet for dirty things when I'm not looking for dirty things. Or maybe it's just that sex is everywhere. Whatever ( Read more... )

The relief I feel right now can barely be expressed in words. And I actually came scarily close to failing with a 53 P, which is the worst mark I have ever gotten ever. Strangely it was in a course I wasn't worried about. The course of the horrendous exam earned me a D. So there you go, you never can tell, eh? Thank goodness that sort of shit is ( Read more... )

Box

More of a poem, but I think it would be nice spoken with soft acoustic guitar picking  in the background. There are time when you wish you could just disappear…

Crawl into a box
Turn out all the lights
Forget who you are
What needs to be done
No longer exists

Crawl into a box
Turn off every sound
Forget what you want
Let the darkness ( Read more... )