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Today I:
Spent so many hours pouring through medical charts that I began to notice things like people with my birthday in different years, people who had check-ups on the fifth anniversary of 9/11, people whose birthdays are five days before my brother's. I like getting to the Irish names because there are often four matching names, middle initial included. And the Albanian names, with completely wacked out first names.
Then I went to the beach in South Boston just before sunset, while my mom checked up on her last patient at the nursing home. South Boston has a lot of broken glass, but it's only half formed into sea glass, so I found only one piece I liked. I saw the part of the harbor where we sailed all day in the rain last year, a dog with a tennis ball, an obese person actually running. I was cold but not too cold, and then I felt so sleepy I nearly started crying when my mom wouldn't finish.
In South Boston today I saw a lot of people who were too fat or sick to walk properly.
With so much time in front of a computer, in a basement, I worked myself into a funk. I got periodically dissatisfied and sad and stressed out, when really all I was was sleepy.
Then I watched Zoolander in French, got yelled at by my brother for several things in which he was mostly completely right, and listened to my mom try to speak French with her American accent and unconjuated verbs.
And I didn't go to sleep, and I didn't talk to anyone in person, and I worried too much about my friendships.
Spent so many hours pouring through medical charts that I began to notice things like people with my birthday in different years, people who had check-ups on the fifth anniversary of 9/11, people whose birthdays are five days before my brother's. I like getting to the Irish names because there are often four matching names, middle initial included. And the Albanian names, with completely wacked out first names.
Then I went to the beach in South Boston just before sunset, while my mom checked up on her last patient at the nursing home. South Boston has a lot of broken glass, but it's only half formed into sea glass, so I found only one piece I liked. I saw the part of the harbor where we sailed all day in the rain last year, a dog with a tennis ball, an obese person actually running. I was cold but not too cold, and then I felt so sleepy I nearly started crying when my mom wouldn't finish.
In South Boston today I saw a lot of people who were too fat or sick to walk properly.
With so much time in front of a computer, in a basement, I worked myself into a funk. I got periodically dissatisfied and sad and stressed out, when really all I was was sleepy.
Then I watched Zoolander in French, got yelled at by my brother for several things in which he was mostly completely right, and listened to my mom try to speak French with her American accent and unconjuated verbs.
And I didn't go to sleep, and I didn't talk to anyone in person, and I worried too much about my friendships.