Exactly one year ago today, my mother committed suicide.

No matter how many times I come across it, I think that retrograde amnesia is my worst nightmare.

I'm still alive.

I am at this point in my life though that I don't even really keep the people around me up to date with my comings and goings let alone this journal and the -1 people who are still reading it.

I'll get around to updating one of these days, until then, enjoy this pirate rap video Leave a comment

So where have I been ( Read more... )

It has been a rough month or so ( Read more... )

New semester, new year, et cetera ( Read more... )

Bri left for home earlier today, and I will be following her up into the great white north around Tuesday next week, weather permitting of course. I miss her a little already, which is either very cute or extreamly pathetic, or maybe a bit of both. Most everyone else has taken off as well, and as I typically find myself around the holidays, I have ( Read more... )

I don't want to study Genetics anymore ( Read more... )

This poor derelict testament to my existence ( Read more... )

I would have left for home last night, that is when Bri and just about everybody else split, but I have my third patient interview to take care of today. This time it is counseling someone that may or may not have a drinking problem. I lucked out on the assignments again, mine will be relatively easy to take care of unlike the spousal abuse that ( Read more... )