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The night before last I dreamed of Mrs. Fox, middle class restaurants, my classmates, Nip Tuck, and apple martinis. The dream was inappropriately erotic, oddly comparing Mrs. Fox to Julia from the show. I guess I do have some things to hide. I have more to write, but I refuse.
Yesterday I realized that I am not that unusual, as Dr. Drew had implied. I remembered talking with Dustin and his dad, back when I was young, pure, innocent, and naive. I thought Dustin's dad was so fucking eccentric and that I would never come close to experiencing the things he talked about. If I had verbalized my thoughts at the time, he would have known I was wrong.
Young, pure, innocent, naive. I like to think I still have three of those qualities. No. Naive is not one I think I don't have.
Yesterday I began an IV on the first attempt (Yay!). I actually felt inhibited, disallowed to do anything without a nurse's supervision. It was always comforting before. I guess that means I'm actually learning something.
Mrs. Swisher told me about her son, probably close to my age, excited about working on some sort of Halo 2 promotional campaign. It was a funny story. made me dream about her sending me a birthday present, some weird gaming piece of hardware that was Macintosh compatible and that I, consequently, could not use. Odd that I took her story so much to heart that I dreamed about it.
My birthday is coming up, and I feel like I'm grinding my heels to try to get it to stay away. My driver's license and my license tags expire in the beginning of December, and I do not know when I will have time to sit in a room.
My nasal passages are showing signs of infection. Did I break aseptic technique? It could be the weather and my parents' chronically dry house. Michelle would recommend Echinacea. I have yet to try it. I think I shall stick with the apple a day, for now.
I panicked yesterday and froze, but I also cared better than the experts.
Yesterday I realized that I am not that unusual, as Dr. Drew had implied. I remembered talking with Dustin and his dad, back when I was young, pure, innocent, and naive. I thought Dustin's dad was so fucking eccentric and that I would never come close to experiencing the things he talked about. If I had verbalized my thoughts at the time, he would have known I was wrong.
Young, pure, innocent, naive. I like to think I still have three of those qualities. No. Naive is not one I think I don't have.
Yesterday I began an IV on the first attempt (Yay!). I actually felt inhibited, disallowed to do anything without a nurse's supervision. It was always comforting before. I guess that means I'm actually learning something.
Mrs. Swisher told me about her son, probably close to my age, excited about working on some sort of Halo 2 promotional campaign. It was a funny story. made me dream about her sending me a birthday present, some weird gaming piece of hardware that was Macintosh compatible and that I, consequently, could not use. Odd that I took her story so much to heart that I dreamed about it.
My birthday is coming up, and I feel like I'm grinding my heels to try to get it to stay away. My driver's license and my license tags expire in the beginning of December, and I do not know when I will have time to sit in a room.
My nasal passages are showing signs of infection. Did I break aseptic technique? It could be the weather and my parents' chronically dry house. Michelle would recommend Echinacea. I have yet to try it. I think I shall stick with the apple a day, for now.
I panicked yesterday and froze, but I also cared better than the experts.