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So, my mom has Kienbock's disease. We were hoping it was just a bone spur, but no. At least she has it in her left hand, right?
Wendy's going to have to have surgery to remove her swollen uterus. She said the whole family's falling apart.
I'm sick of bad news!
There isn't really anything else going on. Stephen's sick, so I can't go over there today. I'm not complaining, though. It sucks more for him than it does for me.
I'm not even supposed to be typing this. My left hand has been stiffening up lately, and Melina thinks it's because I type too much. But what am I supposed to do? I love typing! I even brought my Smith-Corona to the laundromat last night, haha.
Speaking of which, on the way there, I got whistled at. Twice. What the hell is up with that? Melina says it was my sexy shirt, but I don't see what's so sexy about it. I should take a picture of it (but I won't). It's a Sex Pistols shirt I made and cut up. I cut the collar off of it and made safety pin straps so it stays on, haha. It was an accident, really. There's a bunch of holes in it and the sleeves and bottom roll up because I cut the edges off. It looks better than it sounds. I should sew it, though. Not so that it looks normal or anything, but so it doesn't do that.
Anyway. I should do something creative today. Though I really don't want to use my hands. There's on a few things that I can do without my hands: read, play Sims 2, watch TV/movies. It's boooring. I suppose I could play Allods, too, but I don't really want to play any video games. They suck my life away!
In other news, today's a good day for classical music, especially when paired with Iggy Pop. I was listening to Chopin (not sure which… thing. I don't know what they call classic music. Pieces?), and then "1969" came on, and it was that much more… raw. It was gorgeousity made flesh, I tell you.
Wendy's going to have to have surgery to remove her swollen uterus. She said the whole family's falling apart.
I'm sick of bad news!
There isn't really anything else going on. Stephen's sick, so I can't go over there today. I'm not complaining, though. It sucks more for him than it does for me.
I'm not even supposed to be typing this. My left hand has been stiffening up lately, and Melina thinks it's because I type too much. But what am I supposed to do? I love typing! I even brought my Smith-Corona to the laundromat last night, haha.
Speaking of which, on the way there, I got whistled at. Twice. What the hell is up with that? Melina says it was my sexy shirt, but I don't see what's so sexy about it. I should take a picture of it (but I won't). It's a Sex Pistols shirt I made and cut up. I cut the collar off of it and made safety pin straps so it stays on, haha. It was an accident, really. There's a bunch of holes in it and the sleeves and bottom roll up because I cut the edges off. It looks better than it sounds. I should sew it, though. Not so that it looks normal or anything, but so it doesn't do that.
Anyway. I should do something creative today. Though I really don't want to use my hands. There's on a few things that I can do without my hands: read, play Sims 2, watch TV/movies. It's boooring. I suppose I could play Allods, too, but I don't really want to play any video games. They suck my life away!
In other news, today's a good day for classical music, especially when paired with Iggy Pop. I was listening to Chopin (not sure which… thing. I don't know what they call classic music. Pieces?), and then "1969" came on, and it was that much more… raw. It was gorgeousity made flesh, I tell you.