It's nearly to 2AM and I'm using the voice-to-text feature on my phone while Scott slumbers beside me. I've already had to correct some hilarious interpretations made by this feature. And despite defending why I'm up this late -  when I should be sleeping, because we have to go to a pumpkin patch tomorrow and do whole bunch of awesome family shit ( Read more... )

Blowing dust off the mic: "Hello? This thing on?"

Just recently I was wondering if/wishing there was an unstructured, low-key way for me to begin personally blogging again, and then an old friend told me she was still using LiveJournal. Another friend of mine actively uses it, and I miss both their musings simply because I never much took to this ( Read more... )

Every time a doctor does not know what is wrong with me (which is 101% of the time) he/she tells me to keep a “pain journal”.

I’ve decided this is my pain journal.

Pain Journal Entry #1:

Everything is hard.

-End of Pain Journal Entry #1

we went out last night and i was the stranger in the strange land. i drank steadily, out of boredom, and i smoked three cigarettes .i haven't smoked in two months. but for all the drinking i was never drunk, and for all the smoking i was never ill. except for when i woke this morning, in pure misery ( Read more... )