they like to hide things from us
apparently my three hour nap today is killing my abilities to sleep now. my sleep cycle has gone to hell and so has my body cycle. i keep roller-coastering up and down again. my mother will be proud.
i am going home this weekend to figure out my medical and travelling life. and also to have adventures with paige and my mom.
my dad will be gone either way because my grandpa may be dying. he is in the hospital having bypass surgery because his heart is ill. i am concerned that i will not get to see him again. no one in my nuclear family has died yet. they shouldn't start now.
jenny and i made plans to stop with the intoxicants. however, i may drink red wine with my mother since i don't think that really counts. binge drinking is bad. i just want to go dancing. a cornell student died at uva this weekend. everyone's saying it's his own damn flask-carrying fault. i think this is untrue. we all play a part.
i am tired and not making sense. it's all deteriorating.
spelling is even looking strange. bruce and i were in a spelling bee together once. we were afraid of matt ralston but he ended up winning. apparently i was just afraid in general. i think he spelled gingivitis wrong at regionals. two years later i spelled something wrong. but i can't remember what. it started with an "e." paige bought $18.52 worth of gas before we drove to blacksburg. we took duck pond road onto washington avenue. my last blood sugar reading was 79. alex's room number is 279-6709. there are 4 calories in each gram of protein and carbohydrate. there are 9 in each gram of fat. 7 in each gram of alcohol. when i was first diagnosed with diabetes they put me on a 3300 calorie diet because i was starving. i've forgotten when jubie died but it's written on his gravestone. my bus ticket to charlottesville cost $28.50. my new doctor's name is tracy anderson. the french verb for "to die" is "mourir."
everything works in strange circles in my mind
i am going home this weekend to figure out my medical and travelling life. and also to have adventures with paige and my mom.
my dad will be gone either way because my grandpa may be dying. he is in the hospital having bypass surgery because his heart is ill. i am concerned that i will not get to see him again. no one in my nuclear family has died yet. they shouldn't start now.
jenny and i made plans to stop with the intoxicants. however, i may drink red wine with my mother since i don't think that really counts. binge drinking is bad. i just want to go dancing. a cornell student died at uva this weekend. everyone's saying it's his own damn flask-carrying fault. i think this is untrue. we all play a part.
i am tired and not making sense. it's all deteriorating.
spelling is even looking strange. bruce and i were in a spelling bee together once. we were afraid of matt ralston but he ended up winning. apparently i was just afraid in general. i think he spelled gingivitis wrong at regionals. two years later i spelled something wrong. but i can't remember what. it started with an "e." paige bought $18.52 worth of gas before we drove to blacksburg. we took duck pond road onto washington avenue. my last blood sugar reading was 79. alex's room number is 279-6709. there are 4 calories in each gram of protein and carbohydrate. there are 9 in each gram of fat. 7 in each gram of alcohol. when i was first diagnosed with diabetes they put me on a 3300 calorie diet because i was starving. i've forgotten when jubie died but it's written on his gravestone. my bus ticket to charlottesville cost $28.50. my new doctor's name is tracy anderson. the french verb for "to die" is "mourir."
everything works in strange circles in my mind