NIN was great. Montreal was silly. I was glad we were only there for a few hours. But that was over and then we headed back to the cababin for the rest of the weekend. Saturday night, after Tom and Paul had left, Pat, Dave, Isaac and I ate awesome hamburgers and drank obscene amounts of alcohol. Actually, we went for an extreme walk around ( Read more... )

So...wow. I guess I'm allergic to something in the house. The hives from last night were gone by morning. But then just as I was sitting at the computer, I could feel one of my eyes swelling up. And so I went and looked...and then found a whole new batch. (I'm sorry if this is grossing anyone out.) But what the junk. I've never been allergic ( Read more... )

So, I thought it was the "cocksackie virus" again, but I am deciding that it is just hives. I got quite a surprise when I was trying on clothes in an old navy changing room. The only thing I had to be nervous about today was my dad's hip-replacement surgery...and I wasn't. I don't like to think that these things happen subconsciously. This hasn ( Read more... )

(Or is it ten planets now? Eleven? I've stopped counting ( Read more... )

So, I feel a bit off. I want to just stay at home tonight. I think it's the lack of exercise. Gosh, I went from tons of it to barely any, and now I'm just dragging. Work is going well. I'm giving out medications now, and soon I'll have my own clients to work with one-on-one. I'm nervous about the responsibility, but excited to get comfortable ( Read more... )

Livejournal's doing this weird halloween thing. It makes me sad that this holiday, which I love more than most, comes so quickly and then is over and "out of style" by early morning, November first. I wish I could have carved more pumpkins...gotten more "in the spirit" of things. But alas ( Read more... )

Heh. Well, I got a job at East House (which is a transitional home for people with mental illnesses and/or chemical dependency). I went in for fingerprinting and benefits stuff today. I could start as early as Monday. I'm very worried, but hopeful. I don't want to suck, and I don't want IT to suck ( Read more... )

I've been wondering this a lot, especially while looking at old pictures. Of course they have to change with our faces, but I think that the feelings behind the smiles change as well. I remember writing in a written journal a long time ago something like, "I save my smiles for Francis." A lot of things have changed since then, and it makes me ( Read more... )

(I do not know what your problem is if you do not listen to Appleseed Cast ( Read more... )

So, here's a crazy fantasy of mine ( Read more... )