I don't know what to write. I can't think with any semblance of coherence ( Read more... )

Mary and I have started going to the gym once a week.

I am so sore, I can barely type.

I want to die.

For all my pride in my own maturity, I see now that there are some things I may never be prepared to face without an explosion worthy of the highest diva. In my defense, my skepticism regarding paternity was somewhat justifiable. A part of me feels guilty even still, but when faced with the fulfillment of a one-in-a-million risk, one can't help ( Read more... )

That went just as well as I had expected. I'm only glad it happened while Louise was elsewhere. I'll have to e-mail her later and explain why I left early.

Si de probité tout était revêtu ( Read more... )

Having had time to process and discuss things (and allow the hangover to fade), I have come to terms with this joyous occasion that is sweeping through my family. I may not agree with it and it may bring me some discomfort, but I can recognize that it is something that makes Louise and my father happy, even if the happiness of the latter may be at ( Read more... )

Louise is pregnant.

I am going to have a half-brother or -sister.

I am utterly horrified.

As far as spontaneous venues go, next to a lake might be romantic on principle, however it's not the best for comfort. My knees have never been so scraped ( Read more... )

I'm not sure what's worse: my paramour's father seeing me tied up, naked, and ready for action, or having to eat dinner with the man some few hours later ( Read more... )

I am starting chemotherapy next month, and as I have planned, I will be shaving my head this month in order to avoid concerns or suspicions about the whole thing. I don't look forward to it, and I know Mary doesn't either. I enjoyed how energetic I felt during the week away, without radiotherapy, and now that it has resumed, I feel so ... heavy ( Read more... )

A bird ( Read more... )