The universe is laughing at my expense
I just instantly became sick.
The horrible kind of sick where you wish someone would just put you out of your misery.
The good thing about being ill is that you always appreciate your good health in comparison.
Buck 65 is giving a free spoken word lecture and concert at the AGO.
I'm supposed to go, but I won't be going anywhere if I don't finish my paper on psychoanalysis in film.
A friend, Ken, is supposed to be coming over later to do an essay workshop, but since I was dieing in my bed I really don't have much finished.
I need to do a mock patient analysis.
Amanda, you're in nursing? or some sort of medical thing...
Do you have any suggestions for format?