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Giftsmas is creeping up on us once again. My neighbors have been battling eachother to see who can produce the quickest, most garrish decoration display. My heart is heavy with the dread knowledge that soon the ten foot inflatable snowman will be on the neighbor's porch. Staring at me.
Every year, it's a struggle not to run out at 3am and shoot the damn thing with my blowgun.
Lately I'm feeling less ill. I finished this latest round of soul-sucking medication yesterday, although I'm still losing weight and can't eat much. I try, though! While it would be deliciously dramatic to simply waste away, I just don't have the time or the money for that.
If I can get through work tomorrow without heaving at the sight/smell of food, I will call it a success.
There's a new movie I'd like to see, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I've never read the memoir it's based on, but I think I might look around for it the next time I'm book shopping.
Every year, it's a struggle not to run out at 3am and shoot the damn thing with my blowgun.
Lately I'm feeling less ill. I finished this latest round of soul-sucking medication yesterday, although I'm still losing weight and can't eat much. I try, though! While it would be deliciously dramatic to simply waste away, I just don't have the time or the money for that.
If I can get through work tomorrow without heaving at the sight/smell of food, I will call it a success.
There's a new movie I'd like to see, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I've never read the memoir it's based on, but I think I might look around for it the next time I'm book shopping.