I think Nikki is home but she hasn't come out of her room yet. Maybe she's asleep ( Read more... )

I am at work. Austin came in here about 30 minutes ago and laughed when he saw me "in my spot." I'm sitting up here in the loft where the photography table is in Green Dragon, in the back room behind where the bulk teas are stored. I have my laptop and a cup of tea, and I have been working since 8 this morning on transferring information from one ( Read more... )

This is the first time I have felt truly happy in a while. I feel pretty accomplished, I feel more like a respectable person than I have lately, I am cleaning and doing laundry, and doing work on the Alumni listserv and contacting some important "old" people ( Read more... )

I have to leave for work in about half an hour. I sat outside my apartment for about 10 minutes, just staring at the wall, thinking deeply about I'm not sure what, and then a grackle scolded me from the pine tree above my head ( Read more... )

I don't understand why I'm so damn tired all the time. I missed nutrition this morning. Thats not ok.

I don't want to feel this way.

I'm trying really, really hard ( Read more... )

Dear Annie ( Read more... )

Dear Nikki ( Read more... )

I'm really sick of this "feeling like shit when I wake up in the morning" business. Yes, "ha, ha" it was funny the first few times but I'm finished. Fuck this game.

I have been taking a number of prescription and non-prescription medications every night and every morning and sometimes all hours in-between and nothing is helping me. It really ( Read more... )

I'm lost, somewhere in Cuba.

Sitting here in the alumni lounge o n a couch that has little daisies with blue centers on it I forgot who, and where, and why I was. Reading Dreaming in Cuban by Cristina Garcia has taken me away from things. It has taken me to the beach and the humid smell of salt, seaweed and fermented fruit that mixes the ocean ( Read more... )