don't want to talk
good god. i'm fucking sick of hospitals and emergency rooms and doctors and sickness in general. yesterday my mom and i made what was supposed to be a 2 hour trip to bc. but, of course, when we were walking past one of the buildings a huge block of snow and ice slid off the roof and fell on her. this time we went to the hospital in a cop car. my feet got stuck under the seat and there was no seatbelt. they are overrated. when all was said and done that 2 hr trip turned into a 9 hour fucking epic. dad hasnt been transferred yet. the whole woj thing is very sad and creepy. i think i may have started believing in fate. today i woke up with conjunctivitis. maybe i believe in karma too. if so, my family's must not be very good. on the plus side, i have been in a much better mood for all of 2005 thus far than i was at any point in 04. that reminds me of pandora's box.
"this is a novel somewhat in the telegraphic schizophrenic manner of tales of the planet tralfamadore where the flying saucers come from. peace." -KV
i like that book more this year than i did last year.
also, i am addicted to this game http://www.ebaumsworld.com/tontie.html.
"this is a novel somewhat in the telegraphic schizophrenic manner of tales of the planet tralfamadore where the flying saucers come from. peace." -KV
i like that book more this year than i did last year.
also, i am addicted to this game http://www.ebaumsworld.com/tontie.html.